[Empire!] The Inaugural Grand Cree Providence Day Ball, 453

[DoomHat]

The Inaugural Grand Cree Providence Day Ball

Mid Summer
The Year 453


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-It has been a full month since the carnage of what the locals all too giddily refer to as “Purification Day”. Fittingly, the palace grounds, or Parliamentary grounds as the locals keep insisting, are beautifully and spotlessly manicured.

The event has a hazy sense of the surreal about it. Its like some combination of sophisticated dinner party and tourist trap or perhaps a carnival. There are entertainments, or at the very least distractions, to be found at every turn.

Here's one of the new “Blood Knights” they've invented specifically to slaughter the old court. Look at their fancy armor. Engage them in conversation to discover that they're either stand-ins or at the very least all the most eloquent and or charismatic of the lot cherry picked to stand around making a good impression of themselves. And never ever breaking off script.

There's a Criman poet reciting his lyrical account of “Good Tyrant” Geriin's heroic charge. Hear him, at the dramatic crescendo, mimic her apparently terrifying and inhuman sounding battle cry, “crrrRRRRREEEEeeeee!!!”. Then, wiggle a finger in your ear, hoping your hearing will come back. If you are at all fainthearted, excuse yourself to go replace your soiled undergarments

All around are the smells of local foods, local perfumes, flowers, incense, and over at one little stand, local soaps and bathing salts.

The savy can't miss the message. “Crima is important again! You have forgotten us but we will make you remember,”.

It would be sad except that damn near each and every one of the locals seems to believe it. Important foreign figures in fine regal can be seen forgetting themselves and getting carried away participating in what amounts to a nationwide victory dance, and what peculiar dances they have in Crima.

The Parliamentary grounds are large and everything you might expect of a palace. Some local figures of note:

Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin herself: She's perched on a high dais, unapproachable and observing the goings on with an air of assured indifference. You could probably get her attention if you warrant her personal guard announcing your presence.

Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji: The last remaining decedent of Umajin Khalif. A confident Cree woman with striking red hair and impeccable courtly manner. She at least looks the part, and rumor has it she has all the right props too: A copy of a magic scroll (itself an artifact from the Blazing Temple) personally-scribed by none other than the lost heiress Lady Karazen herself, along with the Lady's personal seal.
Her credentials are above question, and to state otherwise, here, is ground for immediate expulsion (mostly for your own safety, the mobs won't care for it).

Intelligence Officer Volgan: A tall lean man with a top heavy look owing to his disproportionally broad shoulders. He seems to be wearing a mask, even though this isn't strictly a masquerade ball.

And Several other not immediately identifiable members of the Tyrannical Cabinet as well as a few members of the new “Parliament” should you wish to seek them out.

[Aedilred]

The Carmine delegation were as well-dressed as always, with fine robes and cloaks in an assortment of dark colours interspersed with flashes of bright purple, crimson or gold. At their head was a tall, bearded man with dark skin and deep purple hair, so dark it was almost black, the slightly pointed ears and eyes inclining towards the almond-shaped common to his people, but slightly broader of shoulder and with less of a well-defined nose or arched eyebrows. He wore gloves with remarkably large palms and short fingers, and a simple orichalcum circlet upon his head.

Beside him walked a man with similar features, although beardless and of indeterminate age. He wore no gloves, and those looking closely could have seen his fingers were slightly webbed. His headgear comprised a band of golden cloth wound around the top of his head, and he looked up towards the Tyrant's throne with an almost studiously blank face that failed completely to disguse a wry amusement.

Behind them came their retinue: a cluster of minor nobility, attendants and bodyguards, including two elves with coal-black skin. All were armed, save for the man with the golden headband, who wore only a small ceremonial dagger.

The first man bowed to the Tyrant. "Greetings, my lady. It is an honour to visit Crima at last. I am Atheldynn, the atheling; may I present also my brother, Prince Elwyr, Defier of the Dark" - the man with the golden headband inclined his head solemnly - "my wife Lady Adrianna," and he proceeded to introduce the rest of the dignitaries worth mentioning. "We have brought gifts to show our appreciation for your hospitality, if you would care to receive them."


As above: Atheldynn (the king's cousin and heir), aged 60
Elwyr (Atheldynn's brother), aged 51, unmarried
Adrianna (Atheldynn's wife), aged 61
Various others etc.

[QuintonBeck]

Senators Hanistizo Kellin and Sashra Sha Sa arrived at the Ryazen Bay and traveled a short ways to the palatial grounds. It had been decades, if not a century that a Triumviral official had traveled to Crima. A few merchants used Ryazen to transport some of their goods up into Ashenia, but most used the land route through Celero and those caravans were relatively few in number anyway. The Triumvirate had of course heard about the Revolution and the rise of the Good Tyrant among the Cree, and while the Reformists had been eager to send aid to the populace revolt or the very least their leaders once the results of the revolution were clear the Senate vote on the matter had decided against becoming directly involved, at least, right yet. Nonetheless, the Speaker had elected to appoint Senator Kellin of Nyroth to visit the resurgent state and ascertain the current situation.

The slight and shimmering pale faefolk in his simply styled silk tunic and the broader scaled lizardfolk in her similar dress were a bit of an oddity among the dark skinned Cree, but the Senate had been reticent to send a Woodwind representative or even and Alorese or Genivanan Senator for fear of bringing up old memories of the Khan Dyamus and many of the other eligible diplomatic Senators belonging to those groups it had fallen on the two Nyroth Senators to serve as ambassadors to New Crima.

"Quite a show the new leader has put on here isn't it?" Han asked quietly to his lizardfolk companion.

"Yess, almosst ass though she'ss trying to convince hersself and her peopless of the legitimassy," the older lizardfolk female said.

"Well, as far as we're concerned she is the legitimate ruler. We both know the previous ruler wasn't much a friend of our realm, or at least his master wasn't."

"From what I have heard thiss one meanss not to change either. Already the Ssilver Moon ssinkss itss teeth in."

"Now now Senator, the Bordeusi are our friends," Han said a smile twitching at his lips.

"Of coursse," the lizardfolk answered, her throat chittering softly with laughter.

As the two Senators moved further into the plaza they began to settle into the atmosphere, picking up bits of conversation here and there from the excited locals. They both decided it might be best to gather information from about before approaching the Tyrant herself. The two Senators approached one of the, what they had heard referred to as, Blood Knights.

"Greetings to you sir," Han dipped his head to the man, "I am Senator Hanistizo Kellin and this is Senator Sashra Sha Sa, but you can call us Han and Sha. We are of the Triumvirate, tell us, we have heard many things in the east of a revolution of the people but the stories have been scant on the details. Perhaps you might could inform us as to the happenings that lead to the current state of affairs?"

[Lord_Burch]

Miranda Bordeux arrives by ship in Crima, with a compliment of a hundred men. However, when she steps off the ships, she is accompanied only by two giants, both unarmed, though armored in ornate plate, of Errelosse- formidable warriors, even without their weapons. Both carry large boxes, though they seem small and light when compared to the twelve foot giants. Their contents are unknown- though it could be guessed that they are some of the promised gifts of technologies. Miranda herself looks slightly strained- the rebellion in the time forged ally of Crima forebodes more of the same in Bordeux, though she tries not to let it show.

Bowing, Greetings, Oluska. I am glad we were able to converse through letters, though I confess that they cannot replace actually speaking with a person- and it would also be nice to learn more beyond what the limited scope of slow-traveling letters can achieve. And Minister Karaji, smiling in her direction. I am glad to see that at least one of my distant Cree kin are still here, but I must confess, and apologize- I did not know of your heritage.

[DoomHat]

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The dais on which the Tyrant's somewhat diabolic looking throne sits is a 4ft high narrow ziggurat. On this closer inspection, the military minded might notice that the elaborate formal robes the Tyrant wears have a thick and heavy look to them which implies they are almost certainly armored.

Her expression is eerily neutral and unchanging, but projects a faint sense of menace.

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Duchy Of Pavonia

The large well armed Panovian parade causes a hushed sense of alarm as it marches into and virtually treads upon the festivities. They are given a wide birth as Blood Knights and other house guards move quietly to position themselves between the procession and figures of importance with a slow steady ease that avoids an outburst of panic.

By the time the vanguard of impressive looking warriors reaches the foot of the dais all commotion has stopped. Little is heard but excited whispers and distant blurts of confusion from those too distant to see the full spectacle. Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji can be seen ascending to stand near the throne as Duke Charles steps forward to speak.

"Greetings, Your Worthiness. My name is Duke Charles Wulfendyne, second son of Grand Duke William Wulfendyne of Pavonia, Frios, and Promise, this (gestures to the woman in black) is my adoptive cousin Markov Li Huanle, this (guestures to the woman in silver) is my niece, Lady Astrid Wulfendyne, and these (indicates everyone else) represent the peoples of the Grand Duchy Of Pavonia. I have been sent by my father to offer Pavonia's congratulations on the revitalization of this realm, bestow upon you certain gifts in token of our good wishes, and discuss possible trade or alliance between our great nations. Do you wish to see the tokens of my people's friendship?"


There is an uncomfortable pause...


Just long enough to be felt, but not long enough for anyone to fidget.
The Tyrant makes the slightest gesture of her sleeve concealed hand and the guards below step way to either side. With good humor and chipper sincerity Minister Karaki speaks;

“The Tyrant is most pleased by your generous assessment of her character Duke Charles, and she is most gratified to receive you and your fellows here on this most joyous of feast days. For it was on this day nearly two centuries ago that The CreeStone fell to earth and so too on this day Our First Good Tyrant, Oluska Geriin, was born.

Our Tyrant is the heart of our reborn nation, and so, on this day more than any other, such kind gifts are truly gifts to the nation itself. Please, we beg you present them for all to see!”

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Kingdom of the Carmine Sea

The Carmine delegation is met with nearly as much interest but none of the breathless anticipation of potential violence as the last. Murmured conversation swells slightly as the tension dissipates.

The first man bowed to the Tyrant. "Greetings, my lady. It is an honour to visit Crima at last. I am Atheldynn, the atheling; may I present also my brother, Prince Elwyr, Defier of the Dark" - the man with the golden headband inclined his head solemnly - "my wife Lady Adrianna," and he proceeded to introduce the rest of the dignitaries worth mentioning. "We have brought gifts to show our appreciation for your hospitality, if you would care to receive them. "

Minister Karaki bows deeply and places a hand on her heart before offering a reply,

“The Tyrant is most honored in return, to have such distinguished figures travel so far to join in the celebration of our restored Providence. You have her solemn vow of hospitality for the duration of your stay. Our nation is most delighted by your generosity! Would you care to present them to the nation to see?”

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The Triumvirate

As the two Senators moved further into the plaza they began to settle into the atmosphere, picking up bits of conversation here and there from the excited locals. They both decided it might be best to gather information from about before approaching the Tyrant herself. The two Senators approached one of the, what they had heard referred to as, Blood Knights.

"Greetings to you sir," Han dipped his head to the man, "I am Senator Hanistizo Kellin and this is Senator Sashra Sha Sa, but you can call us Han and Sha. We are of the Triumvirate, tell us, we have heard many things in the east of a revolution of the people but the stories have been scant on the details. Perhaps you might could inform us as to the happenings that lead to the current state of affairs?"[

The Knight bows with deep respect to each of the two figures. He's a man of squarish build under his styled red leather uniform. His face seems built to house the slow sleepy expression of a brute, but something in his eyes shines with an unmistakable cunning.

With a lightly hoarse baritone he said,
“Hmm. Well sers, you are of course well acquainted with the history of world affairs, so you know of the great loss old crima suffered in the Great Tellurian War. After the death of Umajin, we had no one to rule the people but limp and heartless puppets, content to dance to the song of whatever master nation was willing to lend us their table scraps in exchange for obedience. From proud leader nation head to forgotten appendage...

This lasted for a century, sers. They were dark years that got darker by the decade. The False Khalifs, drunk on authority without responsibility, grew decadent and purposelessly cruel. Until Tyrant Geriin was born! Her impact upon this land was no less signifcant then the arrial of the CreeStone itself, sers. And, well, the details past that are so much blood and excitement sers, I'm not sure you'd be intrested.

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Bordeux

Bowing, Greetings, Oluska. I am glad we were able to converse through letters, though I confess that they cannot replace actually speaking with a person- and it would also be nice to learn more beyond what the limited scope of slow-traveling letters can achieve. And Minister Karaji, smiling in her direction. I am glad to see that at least one of my distant Cree kin are still here, but I must confess, and apologize- I did not know of your heritage.

The Tyrant remains unresponsive, simply sitting and staring like a cat impassively examining potential prey. Karaji on the other hand begins to resemble a little girl who's torn by a desire to run over and hug a long lost relative and a worry she'll be scolded for being improper.

“I...” she says, her voice cracking, “I fear you might find me, find my heritage that is, too dilute for your taste majesty. Much... s-so much has happened since my Great Grand Father's death. Terrible things. Why if... if it weren't for Luska I'd-”

At the mention of her informal name the Good Tyrant turned her full attention on Karaji with a glare that silenced the room like a cannon blast.

“THE TYRANT! Good Tyrant Geriin!” bleated Karaji, trying to correct herself but it was too late. She bowed her head and hurried off the dais, and made her way out of the hall escorted by a Blood Knight.

The Tyrant Stood.

She Raised a Hand.

She Said in a voice as cool and clear as melting snow, calm but loud,

“Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji will be forgiven for this offense. It was my failure in trusting her to act as my voice when I knew she would be forced to work in the face of such a sentimental first meeting. I had failed to imagine her most honorable personage Miranda of Bordeux would deem the kindness of such informality.

None other is at hand to act is my voice. I shall retire from the proceedings for the time being so I may speak with our most esteemed guests in separate privet session. I shall return to officiate the announcements and countdown before Falling Hour.

Now, carry on. Enjoy yourselves, on pain of death!”

She let those last words hang in the air for a moment, soaking in the confused tension before rocking back and forth on her heels playfully and then with a grace that would make the professional jesters of the world gnaw at themselves in jealousy spun and cartwheeled sidelong down the dais (in her heavy gown no less) into the profoundly baffled crowd.

She landed immaculately with her hands in the air and shouted, “That last part was a joke you idiots!”.

She left the hall with a dignified stride, flanked by a pair of blood knights and followed by laughter. The locals seem to be taking it in genuine stride, as though used to this sort of thing. Many of the other guests however are visibly pale.

[Lord_Burch]

Miranda sighed for a moment, placing to fingers to her forehead in a sign of exasperation, then straightens with purpose once more.

Zemê, if you would, hand me the crown. And wait here, as well. And Žel, if you would fetch four of my personal guard, and have them follow me. I will go after the Good Tyrant.

As you wish, your grace. Are you sure you do not want an escort? Crima is not the place it once was in your youth, spoke Zemê, in a deep, gravelly voice. He holds in one hand a large cedar box, carved with images of fire and heavenly wrath.

I will be fine, though your concern is appreciated.

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Hurrying along behind Oluska, Miranda tries to retain her dignity while simultaneously trying to catch upGood Tyrant! If I may have a word- in private, preferably? As well as a gift to present- in honor of your new rule.

[Aedilred]

As the Carmine delegation draws up, the lady with the parasol turns and waves. "Hi, uncle! We just seem to keep running into each other, don't we?"
"Indeed we do," Atheldynn said, slightly stiffly. "How are you, Huanle?"

Elwyr gave a slightly more cheerful wave.



Minister Karaki bows deeply and places a hand on her heart before offering a reply,

“The Tyrant is most honored in return, to have such distinguished figures travel so far to join in the celebration of our restored Providence. You have her solemn vow of hospitality for the duration of your stay. Our nation is most delighted by your generosity! Would you care to present them to the nation to see?”
"Of course." He waved forward some retainers, who carried two small chests and placed them beside him. They opened the first to reveal bolts of cloth in the Jarrow royal colours of bright purple, carmine and cloth-of-gold, then removed the cloth to reveal that beneath it the chest was full of books, each bound in leather.

"We know your people are great lovers of literature, so we have brought you some works for your collection," he said, as they were each withdrawn and displayed. They varied between handwritten and illuminated, and printed with woodcuts, but each was clearly a copy designed for presentation. They included a recent history of the Salterri Imperium, collections of legends and histories of the Carmine peoples, a transcription of the Book of Fire, a copy of the Codex of Laws, and, lastly, an anthology of Jarrland poetry, which Atheldynn introduced with a slight cough (the leading Jarrland poets widely believed to be his brother and sister).

The retainers turned to the second chest and opened that. This one was more carefully - and less ornamentally - padded and insulated, and eventually a small ice carving of a horse was removed, around eight inches in height. "And, courtesy of my brother," Atheldynn continued, "a light to read them by."

(The ice is from a Sparkfellow, so it will glow when struck - at least, until it melts, which will take longer than for normal ice.)


She Said in a voice as cool and clear as melting snow, calm but loud,
...
She let those last words hang in the air for a moment, soaking in the confused tension before rocking back and forth on her heels playfully and then with a grace that would make the professional jesters of the world gnaw at themselves in jealousy spun and cartwheeled sidelong down the dais (in her heavy gown no less) into the profoundly baffled crowd.

She landed immaculately with her hands in the air and shouted, “That last part was a joke you idiots!”.

She left the hall with a dignified stride, flanked by a pair of blood knights and followed by laughter. The locals seem to be taking it in genuine stride, as though used to this sort of thing. Many of the other guests however are visibly pale.

Elwyr chuckled slightly as Geriin departed.

"What are you looking so pleased about?" Atheldynn asked.

"Am I?"

"I haven't seen you look so happy since that box of manuscripts arrived from Severikand, and I thought your enthusiasm over those was unnatural, to be honest."

Elwyr's face twisted itself into a private smile. "Nothing for you to worry about." He clapped him on the shoulder and walked off.

"Well that can't be good," Atheldynn muttered to his wife.

"Elwyr being happy?"

"No... Elwyr being informal. And I think that's the first time I've ever heard him end a sentence with a preposition."

Like the others, we'll request a private audience, although I can't think of an elegant way to do it IC, so prolly best just to assume I've done it and go from there...

[Lord_Burch]

The Pavonian delegation scatters into the crowd, seeking entertainment and officiation. The Duke Charles and two of his guards set off in polite pursuit of the Tyrant. "Your Worthiness, would you have any objection to meeting with me immediately?" he calls out.

Zemê steps forward, hands behind his back, eyes looking down at the Pavonians. His face betrays no emotion, though his voice has a hint of consternation, It would be polite, one would think, to not have us all clamor around our host like gnats- do you not agree?

[Aedilred]

Zemê steps forward, hands behind his back, eyes looking down at the Pavonians. His face betrays no emotion, though his voice has a hint of consternation, It would be polite, one would think, to not have us all clamor around our host like gnats- do you not agree?

"But perhaps appropriate to clamour round her like bats," Atheldynn said from behind them. "I might have to warn Lady Geriin about you, though, Charlie, unless you've found new company to keep. Why, the last lady I saw you pursuing with this enthusiasm was my niece, and look what happened to her." He spoke lightly, but with a slight edge: while he might not blame Charlie for Huanle's turning, he's clearly not happy about it.

[Lord_Burch]

"But perhaps appropriate to clamour round her like bats," Atheldynn said from behind them. "I might have to warn Lady Geriin about you, though, Charlie, unless you've found new company to keep. Why, the last lady I saw you pursuing with this enthusiasm was my niece, and look what happened to her." He spoke lightly, but with a slight edge: while he might not blame Charlie for Huanle's turning, he's clearly not happy about it.


"Of course, but someone has to go first and I see no reason why it should not be me. If the Tyrant finds me annoying, I am sure she will make that clear."

Turning his gaze upon Athelydynn, Never have I come across any person nor place who would welcome the attention of stinging gnats or biting bats- and it is always far easier to deal with one at a time, rather than it have them all clamp ring about you.

Glancing back towards Charles, And yet, neither can I see any reason for my Lady not to go first. To me, she takes precedence; to you, it is yourself. As it should be; I would expect no less of any being. The question, of course, then becomes: who does the Good Tyrant wish to speak to?

[Aedilred]

Turning his gaze upon Athelydynn, Never have I come across any person nor place who would welcome the attention of stinging gnats or biting bats- and it is always far easier to deal with one at a time, rather than it have them all clamp ring about you.
"Not even in Crima, or Yorukuni? I have a pet bat myself, as it happens, though I could not think of a convenient way to bring her with me here."


Glancing back towards Charles, And yet, neither can I see any reason for my Lady not to go first. To me, she takes precedence; to you, it is yourself. As it should be; I would expect no less of any being. The question, of course, then becomes: who does the Good Tyrant wish to speak to?
"Perhaps she will toss a coin. I'm sure one of my people has a silver dragon they could give her for the purpose." He seemed to be enjoying himself.

As he continued his baiting of the other guests, Elwyr more quietly approached one of the remaining Blood Knights: whichever had the most ornate armour and thus most likely to be in charge. "While my fellow guests make fools of themselves fighting over an audience, please could you see that your mistress is informed that the Carmine delegation wishes to speak with her further. Even if my brother doesn't," he added, more quietly, "I do."

[Lord_Burch]

"Not even in Crima, or Yorukuni? I have a pet bat myself, as it happens, though I could not think of a convenient way to bring her with me here."

There is a fable from my home, though it is too long to tell here, even in this insufferably quick tongue you dwarves speak. Suffice to say, it is a tale telling of the temperary destruction of one the enemies of the giants: that of the savage humans to the north by locusts, the same ones who now lay tame under Ashenian rule. And yet, despite the great service rendered by these insects-for surely we would have been extinguished by the constant attacks- none would be so foolish as to welcome them into their homes; pests will always remain pests, despite the veneration by man, in his myriad of forms.


"Perhaps she will toss a coin. I'm sure one of my people has a silver dragon they could give her for the purpose." He seemed to be enjoying himself.

And decide between three parties? I am not familiar with the coins you make in the Imperium, but I was sure they did not have three faces.

[DoomHat]

The Tyrant stops dead after briefly humoring representatives nattering in her wake.
The temperature seems to physically drop in her immediate presence. She turns with precise slowness, giving her movement an unnatural quality that brings to mind any number of popular ghost stories.

"I will see first the lead representative of which ever nation did not embarrass themselves with this display... the rest shall draw straws. One of my knights will facilitate. I have spoken."

Color and warmth began to return to the hall as she turned back to her path and continued forward.

[Aedilred]

There is a fable from my home, though it is too long to tell here, even in this insufferably quick tongue you dwarves speak. Suffice to say, it is a tale telling of the temperary destruction of one the enemies of the giants: that of the savage humans to the north by locusts, the same ones who now lay tame under Ashenian rule. And yet, despite the great service rendered by these insects-for surely we would have been extinguished by the constant attacks- none would be so foolish as to welcome them into their homes; pests will always remain pests, despite the veneration by man, in his myriad of forms.
"Perhaps, yet what harm do bats do? They produce useful fertiliser, and control insects. They are hardly pests, no matter what you think of their appearance."


And decide between three parties? I am not familiar with the coins you make in the Imperium, but I was sure they did not have three faces.
"Oh, I'm just here to make conversation. My brother is arranging an audience separately, I believe." He grinned.

[Lord_Burch]

"Perhaps, yet what harm do bats do? They produce useful fertiliser, and control insects. They are hardly pests, no matter what you think of their appearance."

So, too, do most kinds of spiders; a few do cause harm with their venom, I admit. But by and large, spiders help to control the populations of more harmful insects. But who would not seek to clear such an infestation? Few and far between, I would think.


Oh, I'm just here to make conversation. My brother is arranging an audience separately, I believe." He grinned.

And I am here merely as a distraction- diverting as this conversation may have been. Of course, it appears none of us will be granted the audience we seek, by decree of our most gracious host.

So do we want to all state a number and roll a 1d3? Whoever picks right goes first? I guess QB could drop in, but that does seem unlikely, at least for the next few hours.

[Aedilred]

So, too, do most kinds of spiders; a few do cause harm with their venom, I admit. But by and large, spiders help to control the populations of more harmful insects. But who would not seek to clear such an infestation? Few and far between, I would think.
"Again, I think the world would surprise you. In the caverns beneath Discordia there are colonies of large spiders deliberately cultivated by the people there. Come to think of it, those people somewhat resemble bats, too. It might be inadvisable for you to visit..." He glanced upwards with a slight smile. "In any case, I suspect you would find the tunnels rather cramped."


So do we want to all state a number and roll a 1d3? Whoever picks right goes first? I guess QB could drop in, but that does seem unlikely, at least for the next few hours.

Well, the conversations themselves can/should probably be timebubbled, but from an IC perspective, sure.

[Aedilred]

After Atheldynn and Elwyr were shown into Geriin's presence, Atheldynn nodded slightly. "Thank you for agreeing to see us, my lady. I apologise for the foolishness earlier, but you did instruct us to 'have fun', and there can be little more enjoyable than pricking at the self-importance of the pompous, I think. But please do forgive any remaining formality - it is a habit my people find it hard to shake off, especially among foreigners." He gave a slight smile, and glanced around the room, while Elwyr remained quiet, looking at Geriin.

"At any rate, I hope that this festival provides an opportunity for greater contact and understanding between our peoples. My brother may correct me, but I believe it was in fact Khalif Umajin who first attempted to welcome the Salterri to the northern international community-" Elwyr nodded- "although since his death our relations have fallen into decline. I cannot speak for my niece the Qzarina, but I believe I am the only Imperial representative here, and I am certain she would welcome the opportunity to re-establish friendly relations. Unfortunately... there has been some difficulty with Bordeux over the years, but please be assured we bear Crima no ill will."

(The specifics of any trade/diplomacy deals are probably best handled OOC (and maybe by PM) for the sake of expediency, but we can RP some of it out if you like).

Once business reached a close, Atheldynn looked over at his brother. "Do you have anything to add, brother?" There followed what seemed to be a brief, silent conversation between the two of them, and Atheldynn shrugged and made to leave. "I shall take my leave of you then, my lady." As he departed, he paused and muttered something quietly into his brother's ear, which caused Elwyr to smirk slightly and roll his eyes.

"It is hard to know where to start, my lady," Elwyr said once his brother had gone, as a wry smile crept across his lips. "I have heard that there are rumours among the commonfolk that you are the Blazing Avatar." He raised an eyebrow. "I grew up with the Blazing Avatar. I know the Blazing Avatar. The Blazing Avatar is a friend of mine. You, my lady, are no Blazing Avatar." He waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, fear not, I have no interest in exposing the truth. That would be most rude, not to mention boring... although I wonder how my Divinorum cousins in Calorum will react when news reaches them. It is hard not to be impressed, however, at the audacity of the claim, assuming it originates from your court.

He leaned forward slightly. "I have known many remarkable people in my life, as I suppose is usual for the son of a king, and am no longer easily impressed. I cannot however help but admire you, and at this moment should like nothing more than to become better acquainted with you. Not - not 'the Tyrant' - though it is indeed a formidable persona you have cultivated - but the Lady Oluska. I have formed the impression she is a lady worth getting to know. Is that something she might consider?"

He sat back. "Like my brother, I must apologise for my formality. I grew up in a library, and I have a tendency to lapse into a more arch form of speaking when... nervous."

[QuintonBeck]

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The Triumvirate

The Knight bows with deep respect to each of the two figures. He's a man of squarish build under his styled red leather uniform. His face seems built to house the slow sleepy expression of a brute, but something in his eyes shines with an unmistakable cunning.

With a lightly hoarse baritone he said,
“Hmm. Well sers, you are of course well acquainted with the history of world affairs, so you know of the great loss old crima suffered in the Great Tellurian War. After the death of Umajin, we had no one to rule the people but limp and heartless puppets, content to dance to the song of whatever master nation was willing to lend us their table scraps in exchange for obedience. From proud leader nation head to forgotten appendage...

This lasted for a century, sers. They were dark years that got darker by the decade. The False Khalifs, drunk on authority without responsibility, grew decadent and purposelessly cruel. Until Tyrant Geriin was born! Her impact upon this land was no less signifcant then the arrial of the CreeStone itself, sers. And, well, the details past that are so much blood and excitement sers, I'm not sure you'd be intrested.


"Au contraire my friend! The revolution is the part we most wanted to hear about! Isn't it Sha?"

"Yess, we are no sstrangerss to revolussion in the Triumvirate. Though ourss wass perhapss less bloody it would interesst uss to know if the goalss were the ssame."

"Obviously an abuse of power cannot be tolerated and I've heard tale of a parliament which interests me dearly to know more about, but the appearance of a dead Khalif's granddaughter and the ascent of the Good Tyrant seems to be exchanging one master for another, no? A better master perhaps, but without authority to check power it often leads to corruption if not now then with the later generation that forgets the sacrifices."

[DoomHat]

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What each leader see when they are led to the counsel chamber.

The room and fairly non-discript. Calming green walls, a long table meant for large meetings.

Oluska has shed the bulk of her massive robes over a pair of chairs needed to support the weight.

She's now wearing only a pair of comfortable looking baggy pantaloons made of an aery material and a simple cloth jerkin. Under her impressive hat her hair is cut short and mannish. In this humble state of dress her warrior's physique unmistakable.

Her feet are kicked up on the table and she's idly waving a hand fan to abate her sweating.

“That ****'s all such a pain. I hope you don't mind abandoning formalities, we're both just civil servants here, lets talk business.”


"Au contraire my friend! The revolution is the part we most wanted to hear about! Isn't it Sha?"

"Yess, we are no sstrangerss to revolussion in the Triumvirate. Though ourss wass perhapss less bloody it would interesst uss to know if the goalss were the ssame."

"Obviously an abuse of power cannot be tolerated and I've heard tale of a parliament which interests me dearly to know more about, but the appearance of a dead Khalif's granddaughter and the ascent of the Good Tyrant seems to be exchanging one master for another, no? A better master perhaps, but without authority to check power it often leads to corruption if not now then with the later generation that forgets the sacrifices."

At this the the Blood Knight smiles with pride and a little mischief.

"Ahhh the Parliament! It is the crowning jewel of the Tyrant's vision. The Second Stone has demanded we strive for meritocracy, and the two pillars she's laid down to that end are The Parliament and the coming Game of Death.

The Parliament has one essential function, and separate from that, one essential Power. I shall first tell you the Power, as it is surly what you are more interested to hear. With a unanimous vote of all 43 member, the Parliament may issue the Tyrant a Death Sentence. Any decree by a Tyrant to remove this power, abolish the Parliament, or attempt to change the meaning of the words "Death Sentence" is immediately punishable with a Death Sentence.
Any time the Tyrant makes a decree that alters any other aspect of the Parliament's nature that differs from its form as originally established by Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin is met with an immediate vote to issue a Death Sentence before the decree is allowed to take effect.

Each member of the Parliament is an elected representative from 43 major cities and significant villages. There is no member elected from the Capital City. Any Tyrannical decree effecting the nature of voting classifies as "differing from its form as originally established". The function of Parliament is to ease the duties of the Tyrant in conceiving of and writing legislation. The Parliament is a think-tank which proposes decree's for the Tyrants consideration and final approval.

The Game of Death has not yet been finalized. Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin has only so far declaired that it will be composed of a series of dangerious tests and contest meant to weed out all participents but those that most resemble herself. The games will take place following or in the shadow of the currnet Tyrant's death. The winner of the Game shall be made successor.

[TheDarkDM]

At the Doors of the Hall...

The Good Tyrant passed like a hurricane through her subjects, leaving behind a stream of obsequious nothings and a knotted pile of foreign delegates. However, before she could exit the hall, the doors opened of their own accord. For a moment, it seemed the very building itself was reacting to the whims of its mercurial mistress, before the outside glare faded to reveal a hulking shadow that sent a tide of whispers rippling through the crowd. For upon the doorstep of the Good Tyrant squatted the lavish palanquin of the aged Teotlkan, looking like nothing more than an evil wizard out of childrens' tales. Enveloped in a bloody red robe thick with gold stitching of rampant dragons, his head was finally bowed beneath the golden edifice of his crown. And little wonder, at eighty seven years old. His golden eyes were narrow and shadowed beneath a mask of wrinkles, and his satin-black hair had turned shockingly white. Skeletal fingers bore rings of gold and jet and ruby, scarcely distracting form nails long enough to be called talons.

Surrounding him was an entourage the other delegates were far too familiar with, a dozen red masked assassins to serve as bodyguards, another dozen veiled pleasure slaves to tend to his every whim. Creatures that might have been human, but with ebony skin and horned heads, stood ready to carry him further inside, and at the Teotlkan's right hand stood Senusret, his warrior son now in his fifties himself. The entire entourage came to a silent halt at the sight of the Good Tyrant, until the Teotlkan's lips stretched into a white smile.

"Have we missed the celebration, Good Tyrant? You have my apologies. I hope you will not begrudge that I do not bow - we must all make some accommodation for the ravages of time. I bring you greetings from the East, and I carry the good will of a nation with me. I trust you are enjoying your celebration?"

[QuintonBeck]

At this the the Blood Knight smiles with pride and a little mischief.

"Ahhh the Parliament! It is the crowning jewel of the Tyrant's vision. The Second Stone has demanded we strive for meritocracy, and the two pillars she's laid down to that end are The Parliament and the coming Game of Death.

The Parliament has one essential function, and separate from that, one essential Power. I shall first tell you the Power, as it is surly what you are more interested to hear. With a unanimous vote of all 43 member, the Parliament may issue the Tyrant a Death Sentence. Any decree by a Tyrant to remove this power, abolish the Parliament, or attempt to change the meaning of the words "Death Sentence" is immediately punishable with a Death Sentence.
Any time the Tyrant makes a decree that alters any other aspect of the Parliament's nature that differs from its form as originally established by Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin is met with an immediate vote to issue a Death Sentence before the decree is allowed to take effect.

Each member of the Parliament is an elected representative from 43 major cities and significant villages. There is no member elected from the Capital City. Any Tyrannical decree effecting the nature of voting classifies as "differing from its form as originally established". The function of Parliament is to ease the duties of the Tyrant in conceiving of and writing legislation. The Parliament is a think-tank which proposes decree's for the Tyrants consideration and final approval.

The Game of Death has not yet been finalized. Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin has only so far declaired that it will be composed of a series of dangerious tests and contest meant to weed out all participents but those that most resemble herself. The games will take place following or in the shadow of the currnet Tyrant's death. The winner of the Game shall be made successor.

The two Senators exchanged glances. It held some similarities to the Triumvirate's government, though with a decidedly more deadly tone.

"Why rest all the power in the Tyrant and not share it with the Parliament? Surely if you trust them to make death sentences for your sovereign they might be trusted to write into law good and fair laws, with the power to authorize or veto given to the Tyrant but not solely resting in her hands."

"And who sshal be your voterss? What definess citissenry in New Crima?"

"You must understand, we are curious only as a nation with a vested interest in the development of other nations along paths similar to our own, we mean no offense," Han carefully navigated the discussion, "In fact, it would be a pleasure for the Triumvirate to help your nation in the development of its internal codes and laws should you be interested. We have many scholars trained specifically in the subject of law and governance thanks the University of Asnaoga."

The two Senators may have both enjoyed the prospect of political discussion and a debate on the merits of democracy but it was important to remember one's surroundings and it was a policy of the Triumvirate not to offend other sovereigns who disapproved of their leanings with such discussions. Still, New Crima was just that, new, and aiding them in developing a more well rounded government, or at the very least finding out the most they could of their governance was important and relatively innocuous. Or so the Senators hoped.

[lt_murgen]

"In fact, it would be a pleasure for the Triumvirate to help your nation in the development of its internal codes and laws should you be interested. We have many scholars trained specifically in the subject of law and governance thanks the University of Asnaoga."

"The scholars of Asnaoga possess great wisdom," a smooth baritone voice spoke from behind the senators. "Yet there is wisdom also in innovation and following one's own path, don't you agree?"

The senators saw Skipper-General Andus Fitzrion approaching with his small delegation. Behind him came Maximillian- his brother-in-law, a well dressed Quill by the name of Shale Vug, and a Komola named Tecoumsay.


To the knight, he polietly asked, "Please announce our arrival at your convienience."

Andus_Fitzrion (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Andus_Fitzrion)
Tecoumsay (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Tecoumsay)
a Quill (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Quill)

[QuintonBeck]

"The scholars of Asnaoga possess great wisdom," a smooth baritone voice spoke from behind the senators. "Yet there is wisdom also in innovation and following one's own path, don't you agree?"

The senators saw Skipper-General Andus Fitzrion approaching with his small delegation. Behind him came Maximillian- his brother-in-law, a well dressed Quill by the name of Shale Vug, and a Komola named Tecoumsay.


To the knight, he polietly asked, "Please announce our arrival at your convienience."

Andus_Fitzrion (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Andus_Fitzrion)
Tecoumsay (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Tecoumsay)
a Quill (http://gitp-empire.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Quill)

"Ah! Skipper-General!" Han smiled, "Of innovation I have no doubt of its wisdom, but innovation must come from foundation lest we continue to invent the same wheel year after year, no? But excuse me, getting into arguments over the state of the body politic and its role in governance when I have yet to even introduce myself."

"Senator Hanistizo Kellin, and my associate Senator Sashra Sha Sa. We've heard of you of course Skipper-General, and I would wager you are Tecoumsay? Champion of the First Tellurian Games? I'm afraid I don't recognize you friend," he addressed the Quill who might recognize Han from dealings involving the Silk Guild and 'other' Guild meetings but the tone made it clear the Senator didn't recognize Shale, at least, not here.

"This fine Blood Knight was just telling us of the glorious revolution of New Crima," han continued after introductions had been made, "Tell me Skipper, you are a fair bit closer to the whole event, what are AQUA's thoughts on the change in government?" the Senator's tone suggested a casual air, but the words were intense for an environment such as this. A point to which Han's eyes seemed aware.

[lt_murgen]

"Tell me Skipper, you are a fair bit closer to the whole event, what are AQUA's thoughts on the change in government?" the Senator's tone suggested a casual air, but the words were intense for an environment such as this. A point to which Han's eyes seemed aware.

Andus repied, "A beginning, as they say, is a very delicate time. AQUA has seen its share of revolutions, and the consequences of poor choices. But we believe that revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular time. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. At best, you can embrace the revolutionary spirit, and fashion laws to support it."

He motioned towards the dais, "This is my hope here today; to gift the benefit of our poor choices."

[Lord_Burch]

Of course. Business is what we are here for, after all. I cannot guess what the others of the Imperium have offered- trade, I would expect. Defense, perhaps. Technology, certainly.

The lands of those I refer to as the Imperium- the Salterri, the leigelords of the Carmine delegation present. The Pavonians are not officially vassals, but already they are closely bound to the Salterri lords. I expect they will soon bend the knee- and, in time, you will be pressured to do the same. Perhaps not you personally, perhaps not your follower, but eventually, I assure you, Crima will be forced to bend its knee. I would suspect that Crima's rule by outsiders, for nearly a hundred years, may be an influence for your revolution. Beyond that, look around you- what use are allies an ocean away? Whereas I hold influence with the great western powers- Alydaxis bends its knee at my throne, Ashenia and Bordeux are bound together by the UN, and I am already bound by trade and by treaty to Niskovia and Fera.

As for trade- you possess imports already, from Bordeux and Ashenia. Gold, silver, and furs, and the resources to craft black powder weapons. More than that I can offer you- adamant from Ashenia, ambrosia from Indica, and more. To ally with the Imperium will endanger that trade. Already, I am threatened by their leige, the young Qzarina- merely a decade after the fall of Salteire. You will be asked for a cessation of trade, I am sure. The same tactics used against Tzaltecan. Perhaps, later, a full war with Bordeux.

And technology. I brought with me samples of what I possess- mithril plate on my guards outside, and they brought with them fireworks made of black powder and lenses from Solus- but that is but a sampling of what I can offer.

I propose a new alliance between Bordeux and Crima- one not based on servitude to another. Mutual defense, an exchange of technologies, and a regifting of resources.

[QuintonBeck]

Andus repied, "A beginning, as they say, is a very delicate time. AQUA has seen its share of revolutions, and the consequences of poor choices. But we believe that revolution is not something fixed in ideology, nor is it something fashioned to a particular time. It is a perpetual process embedded in the human spirit. At best, you can embrace the revolutionary spirit, and fashion laws to support it."

He motioned towards the dais, "This is my hope here today; to gift the benefit of our poor choices."

Han nodded a moment in appreciation, his smile sharp, "Well said Skipper, I can see why the Council speaks so highly of you. You're a wise man. Let us humble beings not disturb you longer though Skipper. It is the right and policy of sovereigns to greet sovereigns," Han stepped aside to more easily allow the AQUA delegation to approach the dais of the Tyrant.

"I believe were discussing the voting procedures? You'll forgive my boring choice of subject matter, I simply find the subject fascinating though perhaps that is only because I have been mired in it too long to know better," he again addressed the Blood Knight, rekindling their temporarily paused conversation.

[DoomHat]

The Triumvirate /AQUA

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To the knight, he politely asked, "Please announce our arrival at your convenience."

“Ah, of course ser, immediately...” said the Knight, his voice like gently rolling gravel.

He bowed low the the Senators, “I'm sorry to leave you sers, but there's little use talking to me about such things anyway, I'm only a soldier, a fine one if I do say so, but one who takes his orders when he gets them. I'm sure the Tyrant will tell you more and better...”

And with that he was off.
A moment later, after thanks, pleasantries and promises of a private audience concluded with the Carmine delegation, Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji's lilting voice could be heard calling,
“It Pleases the Tyrant greatly to welcome into her presence Andus Fitzrion, Tecoumsay, and Most Distinguished Quill of our friends to the south, The Ancestral Quill Unification Alliance!”

A near by band plays the tune of a popular Jeweled City folk song as the delegation approaches the dais.
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Duchy Of Pavonia
In spite of her offering a lack of formality, Geriin remains uncomfortably stoic and intense for someone in such a relaxed posture. Like a cat feigning disinterest in a mouse creeping along not quite carefully enough nearby. Her voice is a sharp even driving monotone. Like the drumbeat of a slave ship.

“Hmm. Yes. I really must express my appreciation for having gone so far out of your way to make it here at all. I shall endeavor to reward that by wasting none of your time.

“Amethysts and Sungbones are charming and all but New Chima has charm to spare. We've got vast plains of rolling hills and on each of them a campfire surrounded by throat-singers, that's the Cree notion of charm. No.

We need assets, Charlie, usable practical pushable pullable assets. Solid stuff people can live in and pointy sticks to discourage trespass.

You want some of my bats in exchange for shiny rocks Charles? And what would you do with our bats? Around here we like to eat them, use them to send messages by air and, or yeah, scramble to figure out how so many other people are making their **** explode.

Bats are a step removed from blackpowder and we both know it. That's easily worth the full adamant package. And if you don't think so then we can talk about a research pact. Give us the ability to produce Adamant weapon so as to survive long enough to put our fancy new university to work and the moment we have it figured out you'll be the first to know.

As to marriage... I don't understand what use you'd get out of such a thing even if I had any intention of implementing governance by heritage. I'm shocked you'd be so eager to abandon your titles and prospects to come here and be my wife.

But if your aim is to put a child in my belly... eh... I'll amenable to allowing you a night in my bed to try, but it would have to be in exchange for some junk technology. Nearly everyone has proper sailing these days. Its not exactly a precious monopoly, I could get it for a song almost anywhere.

So there we are, bats, a blackpowder research pact, and the chance to test my mastery of the pillow arts in exchange for Adamant, the power to use Adamant, and a bundle of technologies so lacking in any meaningful tactical advantaged you can barley be ****ed to think of them during a negotiation, along with sailing, and a meaningless Public Declaration of Friendship and an untestable non-aggression pact.”
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Kingdom of the Carmine Sea
"Thank you for agreeing to see us, my lady. I apologise for the foolishness earlier, but you did instruct us to 'have fun', and there can be little more enjoyable than pricking at the self-importance of the pompous”

The Tyrant, for she still had the air of a Tyrant, tilted her head ever so slightly and replied,
“Hm. Its so rare to hear a man apologize for giving a gift. You were always going to end up drawing straws, thanks to you I got to make it look like a chastisement. A child’s game for those who allow themselves to become children. But then, All are children before the Tyrant.”
She smiled slightly at this, giving away the joke.

But yes, trade... <See Private Message>
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He sat back. "Like my brother, I must apologise for my formality. I grew up in a library, and I have a tendency to lapse into a more arch form of speaking when... nervous."

The Tyrant's manner remained unchanged.
“Nervous? Here I am an upstart slum dog sitting in a palace full of international figureheads and you're the one who's nervous? Well granted, I did get here by chopping up the former resident and eating raw bits of him just for spite and show.

As to the Blazing Avatar business I honestly don't know. My agents are raising myths to keep the people happy. Happy people are obedient people.

I don't give a dead bat's spoiled nutsack about the Firelord or any other gods for that matter. Everything I've ever earned in life I got with either my own savage blood lust or disarming charity. I've never seen a prayer answered with anything other then a resoundingly silent 'No'.

This candid enough for you? You're now conversing earnestly with a psychokiller, congratulations, is it everything you ever dreamed of?”
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Bordeux
She listened in silence. Her face ever an impassive mask.
“Crima shall be great again. Its so reassuring to see the rest of the world know this as deeply as I do.

Currently, we have only two resources of worth, bat**** and audacity. Its the audacity that makes us valuable as an ally. I've looked over the Kaliphate's archive of correspondence. Bordeux was kind in the dark years.

You're offer is perhaps to rich to deny. Do you have the specific terms written on your person now? If not, we keep quill and paper in here for just such needs.
I won't sign it yet. There are still some figures who deserve my consideration first. If it comes to it, and it surly will, we shall make a show of it publicly later this evening.”
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Tzaltec Empire
The Tyrant seemed unfazed by the sudden arrival. At no point was her steady stride interrupted until arriving at a respectful distance from the palanquin, entirely as though according to plan.

Nothing could be further from the truth however. Unseen to all but those with eyes keen enough to notice the meeger shift in her outsized ornamental sleeves, the Tyrant was clutching a short sword in each hand. The Tyrant did not care for surprises.

She retained her stiff regal posture and cool clear affection of voice, but her eyes blazed with the light of madness and a hunger to do unspecified evil.

“Greeting oh Teotlkan Nezetkhamun, Dragon Blooded Heart of the Eternal Tzaltec Empire. You are quite tardy, but there is much of the day left to enjoy, you have not missed the most essential traditions of this feast day.

The delights of our fair were surely paled by your absence. Please, I invite you to savor them, presently I must attend to affairs of state. I shall send for you shortly so that we may speak privately. I'm afraid your gifts shall have to wait until near the climax of this days celebrations, where we may all bask in your generosity."

She held briefly in expectation of his reply, then upon recieving it, marched unhurriedly to the office where she awaited each leader.

When Teotlkan arrives he will find her in full regal. Sweaty, uncomfortable, but armored and armed and dignified. The whole casual business was aimed at disarming her negotiation opponents anyway. It would do no good against such a creature as Teotlkan Nezetkhamun the First... and apparently only.

[QuintonBeck]

The Triumvirate /AQUA
To the knight, he politely asked, "Please announce our arrival at your convenience."

“Ah, of course ser, immediately...” said the Knight, his voice like gently rolling gravel.

He bowed low the the Senators, “I'm sorry to leave you sers, but there's little use talking to me about such things anyway, I'm only a soldier, a fine one if I do say so, but one who takes his orders when he gets them. I'm sure the Tyrant will tell you more and better...”

And with that he was off.
A moment later, after thanks, pleasantries and promises of a private audience concluded with the Carmine delegation, Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji's lilting voice could be heard calling,
“It Pleases the Tyrant greatly to welcome into her presence Andus Fitzrion, Tecoumsay, and Most Distinguished Quill of our friends to the south, The Ancestral Quill Unification Alliance!”


OOC: That drawing is friggin awesome!

Han sniffed slightly at the Knight's departure, he was a boring conversation partner anyway. He supposed he would need to actually speak with the Tyrant then. He looked at Sha and raised an eyebrow while making a disappointed quirk with his mouth. He so much more enjoyed speaking with those who didn't rule, they were easier to speak with. Nonetheless, he possessed some talent for speaking with sovereigns as much as he disliked pursuing that skill.

Sha hissed out a quiet laugh at his expense, she wasn't very empathetic, or rather, she didn't show it. The two were quite a duo in Senatorial meetings though, they'd just have to see if they could be here. The two approached the doors behind which the Tyrant had retreated, Han leading a step ahead and smiling broadly.

"We would like to be entered in for the chance to win an audience with the Good Tyrant is such could be arranged? We are but lowly Senators from Triumvirate and will not push to elevate ourselves above the proud sovereigns of these lands, but assuming the order is given up to chance we will gladly throw out lot in."


***Speaking with the Tyrant***

"Good Tyrant Geriin! A pleasure to be granted audience here today on this auspicious occasion! You seem to run a tight operation, so I would assume you have already been informed of myself and my associates name and origins but to begin on a foot of cordiality and honesty allow me to formally introduce myself as Senator Hanistizo Kellin of the Triumviral Province of Nyroth and my fellow Nyrothian Senator Sashra Sha Sa, though we more informally go by Han and Sha respectively."

As he talked the Senator moved through the room, admiring the various gifts that had already been brought in by the various other delegations. He ran a hand through a chest laden with coins and looked up with a smile as his hand snapped out of it.

"Dreadful gifts aren't they? I imagine a woman like you isn't in the business of trivialities and trinkets. No, you strike me as pragmatic. Perhaps to a fault, but perhaps it is not my place to judge. The Triumvirate brings you no gifts. At least, none like these," he gestured about the room, "You see, Crima was an ancient enemy of the states that went on to form the Triumvirate and unfortunately your rather bloody coup hasn't seen opinions of the Cree overly elevated back home. In fact, I was one who found the whole thing somewhat distasteful. Bloody revolutions set me on edge, it speaks of a mind incapable of finer thinking and political manipulation. But," he interrupted himself thrusting his pointer fingers which were pointed upwards away from his body, "You. Have. Changed. My. Mind. At least, on my preconceived notions of who you would be. You're absolutely a Tyrant, the name is fitting, but you're not stupid. Which is good."

Han continued to circle around the room as Sha spoke up,

"The Triumvirate valuess intelligent and wisse leaderss, as friendss and alliess. Crima may be an ancient foe but New Crima iss jusst freshly born."

"But other nations aren't so new, so fresh in their thinking. It's unfortunate really, but a lot of bad blood remains from years gone by. I understand you've made plans with Bordeux, or rather, the Silver Moon?" the shift in subjects didn't seem to be a shift in topic.

[Aedilred]

Kingdom of the Carmine Sea
"Thank you for agreeing to see us, my lady. I apologise for the foolishness earlier, but you did instruct us to 'have fun', and there can be little more enjoyable than pricking at the self-importance of the pompous”

The Tyrant, for she still had the air of a Tyrant, tilted her head ever so slightly and replied,
“Hm. Its so rare to hear a man apologize for giving a gift. You were always going to end up drawing straws, thanks to you I got to make it look like a chastisement. A child’s game for those who allow themselves to become children. But then, All are children before the Tyrant.”
She smiled slightly at this, giving away the joke.

But yes, trade... <See Private Message>
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He sat back. "Like my brother, I must apologise for my formality. I grew up in a library, and I have a tendency to lapse into a more arch form of speaking when... nervous."

The Tyrant's manner remained unchanged.
“Nervous? Here I am an upstart slum dog sitting in a palace full of international figureheads and you're the one who's nervous? Well granted, I did get here by chopping up the former resident and eating raw bits of him just for spite and show.

As to the Blazing Avatar business I honestly don't know. My agents are raising myths to keep the people happy. Happy people are obedient people.

I don't give a dead bat's spoiled nutsack about the Firelord or any other gods for that matter. Everything I've ever earned in life I got with either my own savage blood lust or disarming charity. I've never seen a prayer answered with anything other then a resoundingly silent 'No'.

This candid enough for you? You're now conversing earnestly with a psychokiller, congratulations, is it everything you ever dreamed of?”
"Well, I am glad you were the one to say it and not me. My brother took pains to remind me of my heritage as he was leaving, though I am not sure whether he meant my membership of a house of kings stretching back before the dawn of recorded history, or the famous passion of my parents. But then I have always been the black sheep of my family. Besides," he added more darkly, "I witnessed him introduce himself to his bride on his wedding day and it was frankly embarrassing, so he's hardly in a position to chastise me for my behaviour. It seems only natural to be nervous in the presence of one who one wishes to think well of one." He paused. "That was awkwardly phrased."

"I care little what people think of the Lord of Fire, though I should rather they think well of him. I myself am a religious man, but it is hard not to be when you have been blessed, and told from the age of fourteen that you will be the Blazing Avatar. There are however those who do care, and it would be wise to avoid antagonising them pointlessly. My cousins in Calorum tend towards the fanatical. A friendly warning, if you like, given your apparent inexperience in matters of international affairs."

He smiled. "You say we are conversing earnestly, yet I suspect you are still putting on a show, even perhaps to yourself. You call yourself an upstart slum dog, yet here you sit at the helm of a realm counted among the great powers of Telluris while Jarrland was an unremarked backwater, the Pavonians a swarm of ignorant barbarians - although some would say not much has changed in that respect - and none had even heard of the Tzaltec. I cannot work you out, and that intrigues me. The Tyrant persona, the affected barbarism, the pugnacity, the studied profanity, your reaction on meeting the Teotlkan - that speaks to an insecurity and sensitivity, at which you suggest by referencing your apparently lowly station. And yet the informality, the relative ease with which you carried yourself earlier, the pleasure you seem to share with my brother in exposing pomposity, the mere fact of your taking the throne, all that suggests something deeper, and a greater confidence in yourself than... perhaps even than you are comfortable displaying.

"I have never been very good at conversation. But I am very good at watching people - I've been doing it my whole life, and for as long as I've been watching you, not long, but usually more than long enough for me - I can't determine what you are. A bloodthirsty brute, a frightened girl, a skilled actress, all those things, or something else entirely? Perhaps you do not know the answer yourself."

[Lord_Burch]

[Bordeux
She listened in silence. Her face ever an impassive mask.
“Crima shall be great again. Its so reassuring to see the rest of the world know this as deeply as I do.

Currently, we have only two resources of worth, bat**** and audacity. Its the audacity that makes us valuable as an ally. I've looked over the Kaliphate's archive of correspondence. Bordeux was kind in the dark years.

You're offer is perhaps to rich to deny. Do you have the specific terms written on your person now? If not, we keep quill and paper in here for just such needs.
I won't sign it yet. There are still some figures who deserve my consideration first. If it comes to it, and it surly will, we shall make a show of it publicly later this evening.”


Of course. Feel free to mark any changes; a new one can be printed within an hour. There's one more thing. A long time ago- certainly before my rule, perhaps even my mother's- a flying object was found in Crima. Researchers from Bordeux were unable to ever get it to fly again, or reproduce the effect, however. I felt it too dangerous to move it by ship, but I can ship it and its schematics by caravan here in a couple of weeks, should you wish to take another stab at it.

[Elemental]

At long last the King of Ashenia finally made his appearance at the celebration. He was riding a black horse with a silver caparison and mithril tack that glinted in the light. The King himself was attired in a long robe of shining white material embroidered with images of wolves in black and silver thread, a stole of saffron silk with geometric patterns in gold and a flowing cape of dark blue silk. Around his neck hung a pair of mithril chains supporting a mithril filigree pendant set with a large diamond and upon his head he wore the Royal Crown of Ashenia, its diamonds and sapphires shining in the light. Accompanying him was an official in red and white robes bearing a staff topped by a silver raven and twenty mounted guards in mithril armour and scarlet cloaks.
As they dismounted, the King with substantial help from one of his guards, those who were observing could get their first good look at him as he looked straight ahead for a brief moment. The silver sheen that had once dominated his hair a decade earlier was gone, replaced by a dull grey against which silver and mithril wire stood out against vividly. One of his eyes was clouded over by the milky white of a cataract and his face clearly showed exhaustion. A guard passed him a cane and, leaning heavily on it, he made his way forward, flanked by his guards. Servants who had been following behind gathered the horses and led them away to where the rest of the King's retinue was waiting.

To be honest, Tansan wasn't sure why he had chosen to attend at all given how near death his physicians and astrologers told him he was. But the change in Crima was so sudden and the rumours so wildly conflicting and outlandish that he had to see for himself. Everywhere he had passed through seemed perfectly happy and prosperous though, much too happy and prosperous to be honest. It was rather... Unsettling.
And this Oluska Geriin... Very little was known of her at all. Like a raging firestorm she had swept through the land leaving no opposition in her wake and yet no one he asked could say where she came from or who she was. She was a mystery, a very dangerous mystery.

[lt_murgen]

“It Pleases the Tyrant greatly to welcome into her presence Andus Fitzrion, Tecoumsay, and Most Distinguished Quill of our friends to the south, The Ancestral Quill Unification Alliance!”

Andus bowed politely. "We await your convenience upon an opportunity to speak." He told the Tyrant, then stepped aside.

Shug Vale spoke quietly, "She aught to speak to us now, 'for all we'd done fer her."
Andus shot him a glare. "She's well aware of all the Free Alliance of Trading Ships did to support her revolt- and the premium you charged her for weapons and food. Expect no gratitude for payment, smuggler."
Shug bristled. The relationship between FATS and the AQUA government was strained at best. Andus saw little use for them. But Tecoumsay chattered his large teeth in warning, and Shug forced himself to be calm.
"Gentlemen, can we be civil?" Maximillian Grant-Tremblor spoke. "Allow the stunningly beautiful woman to take her time."
"No. Not. For. You." Andus poked him in the chest to emphasize each word. Max was quickly building a reputation to rival his uncle Firth Grant-Tremblor when it came to seducing ladies of wealth and power.


Andus thanked Geriin, "These meetings must be tiresome. Thank you for granting us a private audience." He took a drink from the wine goblet he was carrying. "I suppose every leader and sychphant is falling all over themselves to welcome you and make you their ally. As well they should. What you pulled off in such a short time is nothing short of a miracle. They are smart to honor and fear you."
His tone become more neutral. "I don't fear you. Respect you, yes. But not fear. I've been well informed as you made your moves. That is the price you pay for dealing with smugglers. Information is a valuable commodity, and the information I have tells me you possess a quick and cunning mind, and that most of the violence and terror has been out of pragmatism, not bloodlust.
So I am going to offer you three things. Things I think will appeal to your pragmatism. First, I will cancel shipments of meat from Tar to the Jeweled Cities for the next ten years. The meat and a quantity of tropical fruit will be gifted to Crima for this period. Food will placate the peasants, reducing the chance of uprising. Second, I will remove the barrier to Cree students at our naval academy. You are landlocked, dear tyrant, and the sea will be your access to new lands. Having expertly trained navigators and captains will be a boon. Lastly, I will provide you with this." He motioned to Maximillian, who set a large book upon the desk. Max gave her his most alluring look all the while. "AQUA underwent a revolution decades ago, and it went poorly. Years of civil war followed, and it took decades until all the ill will was resolved. This is the writings of the scholars who have studied it. May you find our failings instructive."
OOC: Max looks like a very tanned Manuel Balbi with long, braided hair

[WaylanderX]

Arriving rather late, the Huroshan Delegation made its way to the palace to greet their Criman host, led by Wayve Earthguard, Emperor of the Hurosha Empire. He was clad in his usual fully armored appearance, his Relic-weapon, Akaitaiyo, on his back. Despite being almost a century old, he still looked like a 40 year old man, welltrained and powerful. Behind him flew the head priestress of Ashmar, the Avatar of Balance, and his mother, Nyllana Earthguard. She was clad in a fine, long gown made of fine silk and cotton, laced with precious stones and Tanedhan feathers, tied at the waist with an elegant sash. The gown hid her quite monstrous appearence, only hinting at her voluptuous figure instead. Behind the two members of the royal family, the Ambassadors of Hurosha followed, each clad in their respective arnaments or finery.

Their mantid mounts were stationed just outside the city, attended to by Huroshan servants so that the animals would be treated correctly and guarded by the Imperial Guard under the command of Orion Airguard. They were there to secure the mounts if things would go awry. In times long past, Crima was a major thorn in the eye of the Empire, being the source of the Order of True Fire and a major militairy power who tried to subdue the lands of the central continent. Despite it being almost a century past, it could not hurt to be cautious. Old habits die hard, after all.

And the title this woman had given herself... "Tyrant". It did not spell any good for their outlook on things, nor for relationships with this selfproclaimed "New Crima".

In a long procesion, the Huroshan Delegation marched to the entrance of the palace, making their way to the ballroom.



Once inside the ballroom and greeting the Tyrant (If Wayve is able to meet with the Tyrant)

Wayve made his way to the dais and nodded in greeting. He was still very distrustful of the Crimans. All the stories and recollections of both his grandfather and his mother were most definately the cause of that. The rest of the Huroshan delegation also did not bow, giving only a slight nod in greeting themselves.

"May Prowess guide your path in dark times, Tyrant Oluska Geriin. We of the Hurosha Empire have come to witness the outcome of the events that transpired in your country recently. Myself in particular am quite interested in your views regarding the path "New Crima" should take. Perhaps I could interest you in a private conversation regarding this matter? To.....enlighten eachother of our respective experiences and views. Maybe we could even mend some of the old scars our countries have caused one another decades ago."

[DoomHat]

The Triumvirate

The Tyrant twirled her fan idly between her fingers as they spoke, looking off into the middle distance, paying no particular heed to the practiced gravitas and flair of their oratory. She allowed an uncomfortable pause to hang in the air before offering her reply.

“Ho hum, 'not stupid'. You sure do know how to make a girl blush, Han.
Bordeux is convenient. They have a handful of resources and technologies we need, in addition to that they are large, physically adjacent, and it would just break their little hearts if I refused to play.

They will remain convenient until such time as someone offers me better. They have been informed as much this very evening. Tonight is silent auction gentlemen. What is your bid?””
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Carmine Sea

Oluska sat up at this, and placed her fan tenderly to the side. She folded her fingers together on the table in front of her. Her eyes had gone mirthless and sharp as spear points.

“You want to know the truth. Is there any reason I should give away such a valuable commodity? Perhaps you can attempt to impress me. Tell me what you think of my Foreign Affairs Minister. Tell me the nature of her role earlier.”
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Bordeux
<Going to need to see the specific wording of those terms.>

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Ashenia

By the time the King arrives Parliamentary aids are scrambling to intercept his party, politely passing word from his servants to his own kingly ear that the Tyrant is in the midst of private negotiation with various national officials. Tansan is offered escort into a well appointed room with a row of comfortable sturdy looking chairs arrayed before an imposing desk.

There are offerings of refreshments, good wine, less good... something... made from curdled mare's milk, delectable spiced figs and others. The wait is made to seem shorter by the efforts of a dashing lady Blood Knight, there to answer the kings questions or even inquisitive glaces with exuberance and charm.

The Tyrant arrives in her outsized (probably armored) formal gown. She enters with out a word and moves like a baleful autumn breeze. She only looks at him once she's settled behind her elevated desk. Then, shockingly, her steely face breaks fully into an apologetic smile.

“Please forgive me oh Tansan Toranath, most wise King of Ashenia, sorvien lord of Hazaria, Lacertia, Kyaralath, Angan Anvale, and Intepeuh. Our two nations have much to discuss, I hope that together we may sow the seeds of a strong and proud friendship.”
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AQUA

The only clue that the Tyrant was, in fact, a living person rather then a statue built as an alter to the gods of inscrutability (and possibly veiled menace) was the mellow rise and fall the fan in her right hand.

“How may I repay these extraordinary kindnesses?” she said with a voice that was hard, but not unkind.
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Hurosha Empire

"May Prowess guide your path in dark times, Tyrant Oluska Geriin.

At this the inscrutable face of the Tyrant cracked to allow the vaguest hint of a smile.

Hurosha Empire have come to witness the outcome of the events that transpired in your country recently. Myself in particular am quite interested in your views regarding the path "New Crima" should take. Perhaps I could interest you in a private conversation regarding this matter? To.....enlighten eachother of our respective experiences and views. Maybe we could even mend some of the old scars our countries have caused one another decades ago."

Minister Karaji replied,

The Tyrant is brought almost to pain from the sheer joy of these words oh Wayve Earthguard Emperor of Hurosha, Master of the Earthhome! This celebration of our nation's most sacred day was made open to all specifically to allow such singular opportunities. It is the Tyrant's wish that the False Kaliphate's sins against us both be expunged! If a man is judge by his friends, so to may he be judged by his enemies. It is the Tyrant's ambition that New Crima be judged as good, proud, and noble!
---
When Wayve enters to see Oluska in her less assuming office, finding her barefoot, sleeveless, and cooling herself with a hand-fan, she smiles meekly and shrugs.

“Welcome friend. What would you like to know first?”
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Duchy Of Pavonia

Oluska softens perceptibly and sighs. With the melancholy of one who has long since come to terms with damnation, she said the following...

“The nature of my work, and the work ahead, force me to be a thing like unto iron. This land can not remain wild for long, I intend to make it as hard and relentless as I am. I can spare no sentiment for anyone, for I must care for the future of 150,000 children.

I can also brook no equal. If you marry me you will have to effectively retire from public life. You would be free to travel my lands as you wished, important, but without title. I could not let you home in my Tower. I would visit with you every few weeks, and I would bare you children, which you may keep and do with as you wish, for I have love for no one.

This is what it means to be married to the Tyrant.”.

[Lord_Burch]

-Bordeux agrees to gift all acquired technologies to New Crima. New Crima agrees to to trade or gift those without the approval of Bordeux.
-Bordeux and New Crima will exchange any technologies the other receives, with the acknowledgement Bordeux will have to gift those technologies to any vassals it possesses.
-The continuation of trade as per the UN charter. (i.e., all the resources of the region of Bordeux are traded to Crima, and vice versa.)
-Mutual defense between parties, including the vassals of Bordeux, as long as they or Bordeux are not involved defending their own lands from invasion.
-New Crima agrees to become an equal state in a mutually beneficial alliance. (OOC: a vassal)
-Where possible, Bordeux will endeavor to provide resources to fulfill technology requirements if those resources lie within the regions of Bordeux.


EDIT: Also, a list of the techs I possess is here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17689159&postcount=8)- at the bottom, under BDX. In addition to whatever's there- it's not fully updated- I have Calculus, Efficient Building, Steam Power, and I'm pretty sure Hovercrafts.

Characters

[lt_murgen]

AQUA

The only clue that the Tyrant was, in fact, a living person rather then a statue built as an alter to the gods of inscrutability (and possibly veiled menace) was the mellow rise and fall the fan in her right hand.

“How may I repay these extraordinary kindnesses?” she said with a voice that was hard, but not unkind.


"Kindness? Hardly. Your strength requires no kindness, so I will not diminish it by offering any. Others will present gifts, and offers of protection and wealth. In exchange, they will want your obedience, your subservience to them. AQUA knows that you need none of it. If you wish trade with us, we will trade. If you wish diplomacy, we will listen. If you wish peace, need only be peaceful to us."

[Rain Dragon]

A large black shadow floated gently toward its destination over he vast plains of Crima. Horses ran wild beneath the Luftus Nochenwaurm as they slowly but surely heaved the black and steel airship against the wind. If one were to squint, a small splash of white could be seen on one of the flags. Such a ship would be nigh impossible to spot in the darkness.

It doesn't look like much has changed...
Nonetheless, Fauratan Thuidans Farsjomas Kaiser was relieved that his choice to refuse to bring any from the LLC was a good one. A tyrant could mean an oppressive ruler who abuses their power or simply an absolute monarchy. No matter how intelligent the Haljan, Fauratan could not be sure a denizen of the LLC would be able to tell the difference. Instead once the airship was tied down and the guard set, Fauratan arrived with two Haljan guards, a handful of Visyknin and a Niskovian ambassador.

((OOC - I have been unable to post here until now.))

[QuintonBeck]

The Triumvirate

The Tyrant twirled her fan idly between her fingers as they spoke, looking off into the middle distance, paying no particular heed to the practiced gravitas and flair of their oratory. She allowed an uncomfortable pause to hang in the air before offering her reply.

“Ho hum, 'not stupid'. You sure do know how to make a girl blush, Han.
Bordeux is convenient. They have a handful of resources and technologies we need, in addition to that they are large, physically adjacent, and it would just break their little hearts if I refused to play.

They will remain convenient until such time as someone offers me better. They have been informed as much this very evening. Tonight is silent auction gentlemen. What is your bid?””
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"My bid? My bid is the same as yours. Independence," Han liked this one, she was feisty, "Allow the Triumvirate to match and exceed the technological offers of Bordeux and any other who might sway you to their side this day. Most of the technologies Bordeux acquired they received from the Triumvirate anyway through the ill guided passions of a boy terror best forgotten. They're hardly innovators in realms technological, theological, or administrative and that they had finally moved west and south and way from the Sea of the Golden Sun was a blessing for the Triumvirate. They're much like the east, cruel and manipulative, though at least the east has the decency to be up front and relatively intelligent about it."

He paused, "Not that I take issue with certain cruelties. Lord knows the Guilds do their fair share of unsavory things, but an evil you can trust is far greater than an evil you can't and to go further, an evil you don't know if you can trust is better than an evil you know you can't. At least, for a gambler such as myself."

"Han and I both enjoy a good rissk and we have connectionss to make good on any paymentss agreed to," Sha spoke up.

"The Triumvirate loves independence. Empires are disturbing to us. Nasty things with nasty habits. AQUA, Celero, now those are some fine states, able to resist the pressures of great powers. A noble thing indeed. I would love to be an instrument in adding New Crima to that list. What say you Tyrant? A grand and truly useful gift from the most prosperous and free nation of Telluris to encourage and allow you to retain your own independence and freedom?"


The offer, if it isn't clear, is 98% of the technologies possessed by the Triumvirate as listed in the tech spoiler here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17703072&postcount=26) the only thing we couldn't part with right up front for free would be Oracles, Vyuma Bending and Mtambuzi Technology though if you were willing to convert to Radurja we could hook you up with those too (free except for the conversion bit)

I like small states/(con)federations, I like what you're doing with New Crima, and I'd rather hedge out imperialist power gaining a foothold in the northern half of the Sea of the Golden Sun. Let me know if you're interested. You can PM me if you'd like as well.

[Aedilred]

Carmine Sea

Oluska sat up at this, and placed her fan tenderly to the side. She folded her fingers together on the table in front of her. Her eyes had gone mirthless and sharp as spear points.

“You want to know the truth. Is there any reason I should give away such a valuable commodity? Perhaps you can attempt to impress me. Tell me what you think of my Foreign Affairs Minister. Tell me the nature of her role earlier.”


"The truth has a value all of its own, it is true, and yet its most important property is imparting transitive value. Discussions with a known dissembler may be entertaining, but only a fool would hold any product of them as anything other than very temporary. Without truth there can be no trust. Without trust there can be no meaningfully profitable lasting relationships. An honest enemy is regarded more highly than a dishonest ally.

"As to Karaji. There is a curiosity to your relationship. Her value to you is obvious: she bestows enough legitimacy on your regime to placate the monarchists who value heredity, while her deference suggests an aspiration towards an equitable republicanism calculated to appeal to those who fancy themselves meritocrats, like the Triumvirate and some factions within AQUA. Your value to her is less clear. Never before have I heard of an heir appointing their bodyguard ruler in their stead and remaining to provide counsel.

"Two principal possibilities therefore present themselves. First: she is little more than a political hostage. Her reaction to her verbal slip was genuine fear for her own safety. You are indeed the monster you hold yourself out to be, and would think little of executing your former mistress for a minor breach of etiquette. Second: your relationship is more equitable and mutually dependent than you are willing to make apparent in public. What would a person of your former station know of statecraft? You require good and loyal counsel as much as any, and who better to provide that than the one person who knows anything of your history. Were you truly as ruthless as your public face suggests, you would likely have had her eliminated as a potential threat already. Any panic in her realisation of error - if indeed it was an error or genuine panic at all - was not grounded in fear of your reaction so much as a worry that the unwonted informality would expose the fragility of the edifice upon which New Crima is built.

"If I were a betting man, I would wager money on the latter. That she is not only a part of the mythology you believe it necessary to build around yourself to impress the world and reform your country, but a fellow architect of it. A junior one perhaps, but nevertheless an element in the being we are coming to know as "the Tyrant" in public and most likely in private."

His mouth did not smile, though his eyes did. "How did I do?"

[DoomHat]

Bordeux

The Tyant examines the document carefully, then smiles wickedly.
“I have received, and shall continue to receive, a number of truly extraordinary offers. My finaly decision shall only be known at the end of the night, after The Falling Hour. Are you certain this is your final proposal?”


AQUA

Military aggression killed this nation once. It will not happen again in my lifetime. By the end of this evening we shall have the tools we need to punish severely those who would dare subjugate us. We would accept your friendship, and pledge, whenever possible, to bring ruin on those who would violate your sovereignty.
Is there anything else you might hope to receive from my lands? Grain? Stone? Our unique custom of Throat Singing?



Principality of Niskovia

It is not long before a welcoming party arrives to meet the disembarking dignitaries. They bare friendly smiles, kind words, and the vicious looking banner of New Chima. Among them is a man in crimson leather armor, identifying himself as a member of the Tyrant's elite guard.

He's charming and strikes a careful balance between approachability and an air of deadly potential. All and all an entertaining companion leading to the Parliamentary Ballroom.

After being allowed to formally see and greet the Tyrant through the poxy of her Voice, the bubbly and cheerful Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji, as she stands in contrast to the Tyrant's intimidating stoicism, the lead delegate is offered a privet audience that they will be escorted to later in the evening.


The Triumvirate

Geriin's eyes widened visibly.
“A fine bid. Even if, for whatever reason, I decide to decline such an offer, I will owe the Triumvirate great dept of gratitude. The look on Miranda Bordeux's face as she realizes the cards in her hand are worthless will perhaps be the height of my day.

Thank you gentlemen. You have succeed in coloring my dealings with AQUA and Celero later this evening quite deeply. Please enjoy the feast, I hope you will stay for the Falling Hour.”



Carmine Sea

Oluska let out a deeply disappointed sign and shook her head like an admonishing schoolmaster.

“You've failed almost completely. What was her role Earlier! She was my voice. A prop creating a divide between me and those seeking audience before me, making it clear that each representative of each land was unworthy of my direct acknowledgment.

As to her role in my Tyranny? You stated that correctly enough, but your speculation past that point failed to take in to account a number of essential possibilities.

First, in spite of acknowledging my skill as a dissembler you did not account for the possibly that I created her. Even if her blood is true, and you have failed to be worthy of learning whether of not that is the case, she is 3 generations removed from life as a wealthy noble. One way or another I discovered a descendant in hiding or trained a redheaded Cree to fit the bill.

In either case such a creature would be my indebted servant.

Did it not strike you how convenient her panic was? It occurred as a result of a guest daring to be informal with me in a public space, and worse still daring to touch the uncomfortable subject of of the Heir's true heritage.

Miranda was punished for her temerity with humiliation and I was able to demonstrate my subject's love of all I do and my power over every soul in My Halls.

So there you have it, a sample of the Truth. I am The Tyrant of New Chima. I am what my people require of me. Feel free to maintain correspondence, you may potentially be worthy of another audience.
You may now leave, there are other demands on my time this day. Enjoy the feast.”

[QuintonBeck]

The Triumvirate

Geriin's eyes widened visibly.
“A fine bid. Even if, for whatever reason, I decide to decline such an offer, I will owe the Triumvirate great dept of gratitude. The look on Miranda Bordeux's face as she realizes the cards in her hand are worthless will perhaps be the height of my day.

Thank you gentlemen. You have succeed in coloring my dealings with AQUA and Celero later this evening quite deeply. Please enjoy the feast, I hope you will stay for the Falling Hour.”



Han grinned, "Of course, we should be honored to stay for the Falling Hour. However, I would ask one favor of you my good lady Tyrant. When you tell Miranda, would you allow us the honor of sharing in viewing her face?"

Sha hissed a quiet laughter, clearly she was amused by the happenings as much as Han was. The fact that she had continually been referred to as male may have had something to do with her amusement as well. Already she was contemplating the story she would be able to return and tell the other Senators and retainers. No doubt they would be quite jealous of her and Han's adventure. The Council might raise some amount of cane over it, but Vig was a Guildman, he would capitulate to those higher on the rungs and the Lord Chancellor knew expensive investments must be made occasionally.


I'm assuming this is probably the best offer and the one you're going to go with, if/when you do let me know and I'll put it into my actions but I'd like to save spoiling it by edit until you've had a chance to reveal it properly.

[Elemental]

Ashenia

By the time the King arrives Parliamentary aids are scrambling to intercept his party, politely passing word from his servants to his own kingly ear that the Tyrant is in the midst of private negotiation with various national officials. Tansan is offered escort into a well appointed room with a row of comfortable sturdy looking chairs arrayed before an imposing desk.

There are offerings of refreshments, good wine, less good... something... made from curdled mare's milk, delectable spiced figs and others. The wait is made to seem shorter by the efforts of a dashing lady Blood Knight, there to answer the kings questions or even inquisitive glaces with exuberance and charm.

The Tyrant arrives in her outsized (probably armored) formal gown. She enters with out a word and moves like a baleful autumn breeze. She only looks at him once she's settled behind her elevated desk. Then, shockingly, her steely face breaks fully into an apologetic smile.

“Please forgive me oh Tansan Toranath, most wise King of Ashenia, sorvien lord of Hazaria, Lacertia, Kyaralath, Angan Anvale, and Intepeuh. Our two nations have much to discuss, I hope that together we may sow the seeds of a strong and proud friendship.”

She arrives to find the King of Ashenia seated in his chair with his attendant standing behind him and to the left. His guards stationed around the edges of the room as unobtrusively as possible when wearing mithril armour, but only on his side of the table out of respect for the Good Tyrant. The King and his attendant bow their heads respectfully for a moment as Oluska seats herself.
"There is no need for forgiveness Tyrant Oluska. I arrived much later than I intended on account of my failing health, so the chance to rest for a period is greatly appreciated. Plus, these figs are delicious.
"Now, the political matters we need to discuss today shouldn't take long. A simple trade of some of Ashenia's resources for some of yours, a gift of technology, a pledge of continuing to work together, that sort of thing. Mostly, a rehashing of the UN Charter with some modifications to allow for changed circumstances.
"But of course, I could have sent a representative, like Chancellor Merezael here, to handle all of that. You on the other hand, are an enigma I had to see with my own eyes. I employ dozens of astrologers, not one of them predicted your arrival. I even went over the charts myself. There should have been at most an earthquake or possibly a star falling from the heavens. But instead, you. Coming into prominence from nowhere eclipsing the predictable star of the show, the returned heir of Umajin, and becoming ruler by her apparent abdication in your favour. It's so irregular even the stars themselves gave no sign it was coming."
As the King spoke, his attendant, Chancellor Merezael, placed a sheaf of parchment on the table before Tansan, as if to remind him why they were here.
"Ah yes, I get forgetful in my old age, I should really resolve the trade agreement before I get carried away with trying to solve the puzzle before me. This first page basically outlines a mutual defence pact, the standard fare, you've probably received a half dozen today already."
He handed it over as he spoke. The Tyrant likely noticed that the writing was a bit rough around the edges.
"Forgive the handwriting, I pen the original copies of all international agreements myself. In my defence, I used to be very good at calligraphy and it's hard to face giving it up.
"The next few pages are primarily concerned with trade. Crima has a couple of resources we in Ashenia consider to be rather useful, and we are prepared to pay handsomely for them. Following is information on numerous gifts of technology, schematics and that sort of thing. I'll sum it up for you so you can peruse it later at your leisure."
Tansan coughed to clear his throat before launching into a description of the treaty.


1. The Kingdom of Ashenia and the Tyranny of New Crima do hereby declare a pact of mutual defence. Both states pledge to assist the other in the protection of their sovereignty against all states who would make military actions against them.

2. The Kingdom of Ashenia and the Tyranny of New Crima do hereby declare a pact of non-aggression. Both states pledge that at no point will they come against the other in conflict whether open or clandestine.

3. The Kingdom of Ashenia will export Silver, Tea, Adamantine and Horses to the Tyranny of New Crima in exchange for the Tyranny of New Crima exporting Horses and Bat to the Kingdom Ashenia.

4. Both the Kingdom of Ashenia and the Tyranny of New Crima pledge to make available to the other all technologies presently possessed by the other and any developed or otherwise acquired at a future date.
At this current time (453), Ashenia will provide technical information on the following: Adamantine Forging, Advanced Horse Riding Techniques, Berunda Riding and Taming, Blackpowder, Clockwork, Simple Wind-Up Clockwork Automata, Hovercrafts, Kralaz Riding and Taming, Lens Grinding, Magnets, Mithril Forging, Ocean Faring Ships, Oracles, Pitch, Plate Armour, the Printing Press, Prosthetics, Sewage Systems, Steam Power, Tzaltec Fire, Ultralight Materials, Wurm Riding and Taming and Zeppelins.

[TheDarkDM]

First Impressions

The Teotlkan gave no indication of noticing the Good Tyrant's guarded stance, though his red-masked entourage tensed ever so slightly. Did they know about the swords? No, that would be preposterous. This was simply the intense alertness of the Unmarked in practice. Still, Nezetkhamun's smile did not waver, and he bowed at the Tyrant's kind words.

"You are too gracious, Good Tyrant. I look forward to sampling the delights of a reborn Crima. But I shall hold you no longer."

With a hiss and a flick of his wrist, the Teotlkan directed his palanquin to one side, clearing the way for Crima's ruler to go about her business. The mighty seat lowered with an ominous thud, and Nezetkhamun emerged from beneath the blood-red tent of a robe in a burst of intoxicating steam. Beneath the red shroud he was dressed in black, the smaller robe foregoing size for intricacy, as the entire ensemble seemed stitched from obsidian. Only a close observer would note the careful holes in the slivers of volcanic glass, the black thread affixing them to the silken robe underneath. Despite his withered frame, the Teotlkan looked more like one of the fabled dragons than a man, an effect only enhanced by the predatory gaze that swept the crowd. Laying eyes on the Pavonian delegation, he gestured to Senusret with a single finger, before taking a gold and ebonwood cane from one of his attendants and approaching the delegation from the Carmine Sea.

"Lord Atheldynn, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

Pavonia

Senusret's approach was not a subtle one, shadowed as he was by a pair of Tzaltec assassins. Still, his face was a warm as it ever was when he managed to catch the Duke's eye.

"Well met, good Duke Charles. I hope this day finds you well?"

A Meeting of Tyrants

Nezetkhamun came last to the conference room of the Good Tyrant. He did not draw straws for the girl's amusement, or fall over himself in begging her audience. He simply waited for her summons, for he knew that there was power in the simply assumption your words would be heard and heeded.

Nezetkhamun hobbled into the Good Tyrant's study, his cane clutched tightly in one bony hand. Yet as the door closed and they were left alone, his back straightened slightly, and his grip became light. The Teotlkan, it seemed, was not so frail as he appeared.

"This is an impressive display, Oluska Geriin. A display worthy of your peoples' proud and storied history. I wonder, who are you trying to convince?"

Nezetkhamun approached and took a seat directly opposite the resplendent Tyrant, his golden eyes boring into hers.

"I trust you will not be offended if we speak frankly? You seem a woman who recognizes when serious talk is required. And what I have to offer you is serious indeed."

[Lord_Burch]

Bordeux

The Tyant examines the document carefully, then smiles wickedly.
“I have received, and shall continue to receive, a number of truly extraordinary offers. My finaly decision shall only be known at the end of the night, after The Falling Hour. Are you certain this is your final proposal?”

Of course not. Times change, and relationships evolve. However, for tonight, it shall suffice.

[Rain Dragon]

It is not long before a welcoming party arrives to meet the disembarking dignitaries. They bare friendly smiles, kind words, and the vicious looking banner of New Chima. Among them is a man in crimson leather armor, identifying himself as a member of the Tyrant's elite guard.

He's charming and strikes a careful balance between approachability and an air of deadly potential. All and all an entertaining companion leading to the Parliamentary Ballroom.

After being allowed to formally see and greet the Tyrant through the poxy of her Voice, the bubbly and cheerful Foreign Affairs Minister Karaji, as she stands in contrast to the Tyrant's intimidating stoicism, the lead delegate is offered a privet audience that they will be escorted to later in the evening.

The Kaiser's human-like companions were the only ones who smiled and seemed at ease with the relatively few polite words etiquette demanded. Fauratan himself said little and with a heavy accent which made each word of the trade tongue sound as though it had twice the consonants it should have. His tone was serious and unchanging, his body language relaxed and consistently neutral. The Elite Guard's charms were completely lost on the Haljans, though the way the man carried himself made it clear to the Haljans that he was a predator much like themselves and thus deserving of a certain level of respect.

Yet, when it became clear Fauratan was being led to the Parliamentary Ballroom to meet the Tyrant the Ferans paused.
"There's no need for us to disturb Tyrant Oluska Geriin. We did not c-"
"With only the deepest respects, Fauratans Thuidans Farsjomas Kaiser, but for you to not do so would be a slight against our hosts." one of Fauratan's tall, slim companions with deep blue hair and strange deep blue crystals floating by his upper arms said humbly.
"For the umm... What was it in Trade?"
"The Ball. The Dance, if you will."
"The D... I should really have spent more time learning of human customs. Hopefully I am not required to dance at the dance. I have six right legs!"
The Visyknin who had spoken up could not appear more embarrassed if he tried; even the tips of his slightly pointed ears had turned an astonishing shade of purple which contrasted sharply with his deathly pale skin.
"No, well... You do have to meet with our gracious host, Tyrant Oluska Geriin."

As the party drew closer to the Parliamentary Grounds, Fauratan was beginning to believe the event to be more akin to the festival he thought to attend than his most recent conversation would have him believe. That said, he still wasn't sure quite what to expect.
Well, if the Visyknin are successful I don't suppose it matters much whether the celebrations are any good.

By the time the Ferans had reached the dais upon which the Tyrant Oluska Geriin Fauratan Thuidans Farsjomas Kaiser knew precisely the etiquette required before he could leave to explore the more interesting festivities than the Ballroom proper. Before leaving, he was certain to leave a cask of Lothra Dragk (Alluring Drake) Absinthe. Politely, the Ferans declined a private audience with the Tyrant herself as admittedly they have nothing of worth to offer at the current point in time.

The only resemblance a Haljan bears to a human is their upper half, which is generally muscular and sturdily built. At the waist, the Haljan's body transitions to resemble a large black scorpion, complete with six legs, a set of pincers and tail. Their long fingers are tipped with sharp black claws, which contrast with their fine white scales. Haljan's mouths are filled with sharp pointed teeth similar to a feline's. Their eyes are entirely a dark colour beneath a pair of long antennae where a human's eyebrows would be. Typically held back with a simple black cloth, a Haljan's hair resembles many bug legs which behaves similarly to human dreadlocks. Due to being much larger, Haljan females were always useful to the slavers for hard labour. The much rarer Haljan males however, were prized due to superior artistic expression, innovation, exploration as well as having much larger stingers and pincers. Haljan males are also far more poisonous, able to kill a beast much larger than themselves within a short time.

Fauratan - 5'7
Fauratan's guards - 5'10 and 5'9 (Not a coloured variant)
Contact with the Overworld appears to have triggered some changes in the Kardiloss, making them what they are today. The Kardiloss are tall, slim, pale humanoids with large eyes and strange crystal wing-like formations floating by their upper arms called 'Hanseiyoku'. They have large, dark eyes resembling a snake's and long dark hair, typically cut to below the shoulders. The Visyknin have few magical properties and though more tolerant to the light, remain largely nocturnal. Their Hanseiyoku, eye and hair colour match with Visyknin Hanseiyoku dimly glowing bright purple, green or blue. Most of the Visyknin adore nature and are the farmers of Halja.

Attending - Various differing heights and colours. 6-7ft tall. Dressed to blend in

[Aedilred]

Carmine Sea

Oluska let out a deeply disappointed sign and shook her head like an admonishing schoolmaster.

“You've failed almost completely. What was her role Earlier! She was my voice. A prop creating a divide between me and those seeking audience before me, making it clear that each representative of each land was unworthy of my direct acknowledgment.

As to her role in my Tyranny? You stated that correctly enough, but your speculation past that point failed to take in to account a number of essential possibilities.

First, in spite of acknowledging my skill as a dissembler you did not account for the possibly that I created her. Even if her blood is true, and you have failed to be worthy of learning whether of not that is the case, she is 3 generations removed from life as a wealthy noble. One way or another I discovered a descendant in hiding or trained a redheaded Cree to fit the bill.

In either case such a creature would be my indebted servant.

Did it not strike you how convenient her panic was? It occurred as a result of a guest daring to be informal with me in a public space, and worse still daring to touch the uncomfortable subject of of the Heir's true heritage.

Miranda was punished for her temerity with humiliation and I was able to demonstrate my subject's love of all I do and my power over every soul in My Halls.

So there you have it, a sample of the Truth. I am The Tyrant of New Chima. I am what my people require of me. Feel free to maintain correspondence, you may potentially be worthy of another audience.
You may now leave, there are other demands on my time this day. Enjoy the feast.”

"Ah, I apologise for the misunderstanding. I had thought her role as your voice and to screen the supposedly unworthy was sufficiently obvious as not to merit specific mention. As to her identity, and whether you created her, ultimately it is unimportant. It cannot be conclusively proven either way, so her purported identity is more important than her real one, whatever that may be. Her descent from Umajin can be challenged, but never disproved, and you might be surprised how little that will concern anyone. Fewer people place importance on precise bloodline than you might think: perhaps only the Huroshans and the Divinora take it truly seriously, whatever their claims of 'prowess' or the like. Family is what we make of it, and 'legitimacy' - well, as far as governments go at least, that is rather too deep a subject for convenient discussion today.

"Still, as you say, I have taken up enough of your time. I look forward to further conversations."




Laying eyes on the Pavonian delegation, he gestured to Senusret with a single finger, before taking a gold and ebonwood cane from one of his attendants and approaching the delegation from the Carmine Sea.

"Lord Atheldynn, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Atheldynn nodded, slightly cautiously, but politely. "Lord Teotlkan. You are far from home."

[Logic]

Qualton Noth looked very disheveled. He had ridden all day and all night to make it to the parliamentary grounds of Crima, having traded a nearly spent horse every 10 miles or so, at significant cost to himself. The Cree merchants were happy to trade for decent running horses, but always demanded more gold than the last one, and every one of them expected the horse as well. Qualton was not in a position to haggle. He had a mission, and now finally at the entrance well after dark, he roused the attention of one of the Cree Knights announcing visitors.

"Esquire Qualton Noth, of House Noth, Count of Berin's Town, to see the Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin on official business. It is of utmost importance I speak with her as soon as is possible."

Qualton let the words out in a quick and steady stream, almost breathlessly. Normally, he would pause on his honorifics and titles, but his nerves got the better of him. His mission was dire; he had been commanded by his second cousin, the Regent himself, to deliver this message. Qualton was once considered an attractive man, but the years had been less than kind to him; a fact even more emphasized by his tired appearance. He was a greying man, fast approaching 40, thin, wore his once blonde hair long, and his beard in a Van Buren. He was chosen for this mission because he was possibly the best horseman alive of the Noth bloodline, and Regent Fastion demanded that the Cree be shown the respect of Horselords, even if they were the assassins Celero suspected them to be. Qualton was not prone to the shakes, but tonight was an exception. He expected he would die tonight.

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha Empire

"May Prowess guide your path in dark times, Tyrant Oluska Geriin.

At this the inscrutable face of the Tyrant cracked to allow the vaguest hint of a smile.

Hurosha Empire have come to witness the outcome of the events that transpired in your country recently. Myself in particular am quite interested in your views regarding the path "New Crima" should take. Perhaps I could interest you in a private conversation regarding this matter? To.....enlighten eachother of our respective experiences and views. Maybe we could even mend some of the old scars our countries have caused one another decades ago."

Minister Karaji replied,

The Tyrant is brought almost to pain from the sheer joy of these words oh Wayve Earthguard Emperor of Hurosha, Master of the Earthhome! This celebration of our nation's most sacred day was made open to all specifically to allow such singular opportunities. It is the Tyrant's wish that the False Kaliphate's sins against us both be expunged! If a man is judge by his friends, so to may he be judged by his enemies. It is the Tyrant's ambition that New Crima be judged as good, proud, and noble!
---
When Wayve enters to see Oluska in her less assuming office, finding her barefoot, sleeveless, and cooling herself with a hand-fan, she smiles meekly and shrugs.

“Welcome friend. What would you like to know first?”

Entering the office, Wayve looked at the relaxed Tyrant and he raised an eyebrow. Walking towards a chair, he sat down in a confortable pose and smiled back, putting his armored feet on the table.

He uncorked a flagon of Sublime Scotch, taking a swig before offering the Tyrant the flask.

"Sublime Scotch, a very good year, I might add. It is quite some strong stuff though."

"As for questions, I have alot of them, my dear Tyrant. As you might know, your predecessors were warlike, treaterous and ruined a religion in their quest for dominion. My question is, do you share the same views as your early peers? If so, I am afraid Hurosha and Crima will not be able to solve their differences after all. However, if your Prowess is great enough to light your path, Hurosha and Crima might be able to solve these ancient differences. So what can you tell me about your policies and politics?"

The Huroshan Emperor said back and awaited the answer of the one who called herself a Tyrant. Now to see how much of a Tyrant she really is.



Wayve Earthguard, a muscular man, around 1.9 meters in lenght. He has medium lenght hair and sports a fairly big ring-beard. Sports external gills and dragonfly like wings, which fold down into special crevasses in his armor. His armor is a fullplate suit made of oricalcum, with adamantine protecting the more vulnarable parts. He always carries a large black axe on his back, a ancient relic weapon passed down the Earthguard family line for generations.

Nyllana Earthguard, a cloudiz-blooded woman, around 2,5 meters in lenght from head to the tip of her fish-like tail, which is tipped with a stinger. She sports external gills and dragonfly wings with edges covered in sharp points. Her skin is heavily scleritinized (E.I. covered in a insectiod exoskeleton, I always imagine the skin texture something like Kerrigan from Starcraft), with traces of it also covering her tail and face. She has long flowing hair which reaches to her waist. She is mostly dressed in or long gowns or quite revealing clothing (your choice what you wanna draw :P), because despite her age (more than 120 years old), she looks like a woman of 30. She always carries another relic weapon, Aonami, a blue halberd, on her back.

Grïend, A massive 5 meters high Menhîrin, his crystaline body is vaguely humanoid. His body is made out of blue quartz, with two dots of light where a normal beings eyes would be. He looks something like the following picture, but with two legs which have roughly the same composition/shape as his hands, but larger.


http://37.media.tumblr.com/420e9d81d4d034773da846ae041de351/tumblr_n20xn9FHu11qjyqixo6_500.png

[TheDarkDM]

Duke Charles

Senusret's composure falters for a moment in the face of such open hostility, his eyes turning as cold as the gold they were so often compared to as they flashed towards Jared. Then there was a blink, and warmth returned to his features.

"So we have heard. It saddens me to say that such enmity from a friend casts a pall over even a day such as this. I had hoped we could discuss the objections that have arisen among your people, for in Tzalteclan we consider Pavonia a true and loyal friend."

Lord Atheldynn

The Teotlkan chuckled at the Aethling's remarks, leaning heavily on his cane.

"Indeed I am, Lord Atheldynn. But it is not every day one sees the birth of a new nation. It would be foolish to ignore the opportunity."

The Teotlkan paused, turning his head to take in the fullness of the festival.

"I am curious of your impression of this new Crima. My people had not yet ventured into the wider world when last the horse lords dreamt of conquest and war. I can only imagine the concern of Hurosha and the Triumvirate."

[lt_murgen]

AQUA

Military aggression killed this nation once. It will not happen again in my lifetime. By the end of this evening we shall have the tools we need to punish severely those who would dare subjugate us. We would accept your friendship, and pledge, whenever possible, to bring ruin on those who would violate your sovereignty.
Is there anything else you might hope to receive from my lands? Grain? Stone? Our unique custom of Throat Singing?

"At the moment, nothing more than the continuation of the relationship we have. At the moment, all of our trading capacity is well utilized. I would be willing to establish a formal trade of tropical fruit for grain on a long term basis. I might also consider allowing your nation to establish a trading post upon the Bloomenwald islands fro thundersheet plants in excahange for a trading post in Crima for stone."

He paused for a moment, "We should also discuss the Children of Kina. I have some influence with their leader."

[DoomHat]

Duchy Of Pavonia

She stood and finally addressed Duke Charles Wulfendyne with the full respect due his stature and title.

“This is most agreeable. The Tyrant shall announce the final decision on all treaties after the Falling Hour this evening. Please enjoy the festivities until then.”
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Ashenia

The Tyrant's face became impassive as she listened to the King, taking in his words like a judge deliberating over testimony.

“Out Ashenia neighbors are most generous. These are terms New Crima can hardly afford to refuse. The final decision on all purposed treaties will be announced following the Falling Hour this evening, but this show of faith and goodwill will not be forgotten by my people for generations to come.

This day I name you my friend, Tansan Toranath, a title shared by fewer souls then there are fingers on my right hand. Ask any question and I will answer without distortion or evasion. Though some answers I warn you may only be given in an empty room.”
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Tzaltec Empire
The Tyrant's gaze meet Nezetkhamun's golden eyes. Her head tilted from side to side as they stared into each other. She felt like a great eagle coming upon a majestic tiger for the first time and not knowing what to make of it. Oluska had never encountered a will to power so like her own. It was like looking into a distorted mirror, but she wasn't sure if she was the viewer, or the reflection.

“What an insipid question to hear issued from the mouth of wisdom. Who am I trying to convince? You know damn well New Chima's only commodities are bat leavings and My reputation. If I were just another 'Khalif' begging for scraps none of you would be here.

The price of admission to see The Good Tyrant is high in terms of travel, time, and money, so I'm glad you're enjoying the show. Now what is this Serious Business of yours, oh, Teotlkan Nezetkhamun I.”

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Bordeux
“Of course not. Times change, and relationships evolve. However, for tonight, it shall suffice.”

“I do believe it shall. Very good. I've been forced for reasons of fairness to assure each delegation that the final announcement on all deals will be made after the Falling Hour. Please enjoy the festivities until then” replied the Tyrant, glowing with good humor.
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Celero
Within three breaths of Qualton's declaration a shadow passed over him. Intelligence Officer Volgan had come running, though no soul heard him and only a few saw his strange balletic strides. He towered over Qualton like the thin sturdy pole of a gallows. His small porcelain mask was in the style of a flaming horse's head.

“Sir,” he said with a voice like a silk noose, “if you would please come with me”.
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Hurosha Empire

She took the flask gingerly and sipped. She closed her eyes and let it burn in her mouth, sloshing it from cheek to cheek examining the flavor before swallowing. She then placed the flask back down on the desk between them with a swift, smooth, almost soundless, motion.

“Hm. I'm a afraid that for all my airs, my palette for such finery is ill cultivated. I grew up drinking cheap Airag. Do you know what that is? Horse milk soured in an airtight leather bag, distilled by freezing on a cold night.

There's no particular art to making it, peasants treat it like a luxury though they only really go through the trouble because drinking mare's milk raw will loosen your bowels. The whole family and guests of the house drink from the same cup, because its so damn precious.

My father liked to spice ours with a touch of scorpion venom. Maybe because he liked to have a little 'kick' or maybe because he couldn't afford to support us all and hoped it would make for at least one less mouth to feed. It did add a certain kick.

If Umajin Khalif hadn't broken this country on the back of his ambitions of conquest, maybe I'd have the ability to tell good scotch from bad, because I'd be familiar with something other then a communal bowl of spoiled milk.

That's why after I seized control of the Palace, one the of first things I did, and pay attention to this one, because its a national secret, I found Umajin Khalif's tomb. I gathered up his bones and bashed them to powder. Then I oversaw a potter as he baked them into a lovely chamber pot.

So now, very day after lunch, I grab a good book, hunker down, and take my time as I **** in the mouth of Umajin Khalif and his ambitions.

That is my policy on foreign conquest.”
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AQUA



"At the moment, nothing more than the continuation of the relationship we have. At the moment, all of our trading capacity is well utilized. I would be willing to establish a formal trade of tropical fruit for grain on a long term basis. I might also consider allowing your nation to establish a trading post upon the Bloomenwald islands fro thundersheet plants in excahange for a trading post in Crima for stone."

He paused for a moment, "We should also discuss the Children of Kina. I have some influence with their leader."

"Ah yes." The Tyrant said smoothly, "My agents had heard word of missionaries in my lands, and so they were swiftly, if a little forcibly, invited here to the Parliamentary grounds. They have been made comfortable here as my guests, reassured by your emanate arrival. I have treated them kindly as I have yet made up my mind as to whether or not to encourage them. My concern you must understand is that my claim to legitimacy lays in part with our local traditions surrounding animistic spirits, and the significance of the Creestone.

If the Children of Kina's worship here in my country included some degree of reverence for The Tyrant, then for from a potential risk to our nation's stability, I would be happy to encourage my people to explore your faith if it's teachings are to their liking."

[lt_murgen]

Andus held up his wrist. From it dangled a gingham silk bracelet with coins of mithril. "I am a child of the Mother of the Night myself. While I understand the callings of Kina, I rule for my people first. Thus it is with all Children. We follow our callings as part of our faith, not dictated by our faith."

His tone turned more philosophical "You claim to be acting in the best interests of the Cree. I do not doubt that. You claim that part of your rule is tied to the Creestone, and the beliefs of your people. I believe that as well. I cannot speak for the missionaries, but there should be no conflict with the teachings of Kina. We hold that the Mother gives each of us part of the grand plan of all gods. You heed the calling of yours."

He returned to his business-like tone. "Expel the missionaries, embrace them, or ignore them- it is your right to do so." He bowed deferently. "But I would advise you to talk to their leader. She is known to me, and a scholar with a sharp mind."

OOC: we can roleplay that or not. But she would agree to say that she believes you are following the calling of your gods, in line with the plan granted to you through Kina at birth. The Children of Kina would support her rule.
She would warn you of the Khaditna, the Great Deceiver, who is an aspect of Kina. Khaditna tempts the powerful to forget their calling- to fall prey to hubris, egotism, and self gratification. She would encourage you to set aside time each day for self-reflection and to employ people you can trust to tell the truth to you, not merely agree.

[Elemental]

Ashenia

The Tyrant's face became impassive as she listened to the King, taking in his words like a judge deliberating over testimony.

“Out Ashenia neighbors are most generous. These are terms New Crima can hardly afford to refuse. The final decision on all purposed treaties will be announced following the Falling Hour this evening, but this show of faith and goodwill will not be forgotten by my people for generations to come.

This day I name you my friend, Tansan Toranath, a title shared by fewer souls then there are fingers on my right hand. Ask any question and I will answer without distortion or evasion. Those some answers I warn you may only be given in an empty room.”

"I am honoured that you consider me as such, though I suggest you not get too attached to me. My physicians are divided into two groups, those who think I won't last the year, and those who do, but that'll I'll die soon afterwards. I should be angry at their lack of faith in me and their own abilities, but they've kept me alive so far, so I can't complain.
"To begin with, I wish to resolve the issue of Umajin's heir. I admit I am very surprised that Lady Kerazen even survived the tumultuous period after her father's death. Yet here is her heir with indisputable credentials. Sure, they could have been forged, but I doubt there was any record of the design of Lady Kerazen's seal to copy from.
"But the woman herself... She is a mystery. To return and be instrumental in overthrowing the government, but to take the position of advisor instead of the throne? That doesn't sound like her family at all. Is she who she says she is? Or is she just pretending?
"I understand of course if you are reluctant to answer this, but speculation on the matter distracts my court from betting on when they think I'm going to die. I really should tell them not to gamble within the palace walls, but it amuses me to see the captain of my personal guard take bets from court officials when he thinks I'm not watching."
One of the guards in the room stiffened slightly, causing the King to smile slightly.
"In any case, I assure you that whether she is or not will not change my position regarding your rule. If she isn't, then there is no heir of Ryazen to rule and you have earned your throne, if she is, then she is within her rights to abdicate in your favour."

[Logic]

Celero
Within three breaths of Qualton's declaration a shadow passed over him. Intelligence Officer Volgan had come running, though no soul heard him and only a few saw his strange balletic strides. He towered over Qualton like the thin sturdy pole of a gallows. His small porcelain mask was in the style of a flaming horse's head.

“Sir,” he said with a voice like a silk noose, “if you would please come with me”.


Qualton had always thought himself a bit tall, but any illusions of that notion were shattered by the appearance of the Cree man now before him. He wore a mask - porcelain, by the look of it - that made the Cree officer all the more unnerving.

Bloody ninja, the likes of which probably murdered King Rion and Prince Grant Qualton bitterly thought to himself. I wonder if this was the one that personally attacked Infanté Queen Vera, or the King and Prince.

Qualton began looking the man over for the scars he might have bore from a recent struggle. Before her death, the nanny of Infanté Queen Vera had said she struck the assassin on the face, neck, and hands with a dagger, leaving him marked - for all to see. Qualton noted the man's hands neck and face were all covered somewhat - if not entirely as was the case for the man's face.

If I were a betting man, I'd wager this is the failed assassin of Queen Vera! he silently exclaimed to himself. His heart now racing, Qualton decided it was ever more imperative to leave Crima alive.

As Qualton approached the dais that housed Good Tyrant Oluska Geriin herself, Qualton's heart raced, and he barely managed to breathe as her hard eyes examined him, seemingly peering into his very soul. His words died in his throat, and he stared at her, mouth agape, terrified.

He was sure he was to die tonight.

[TheDarkDM]

Pavonia

Senusret's head tilted in confusion, as he raised his hands in a gesture of exasperation.

"How can I state a case, oh Duke, when I know so little of the quarrel that has led to this rift between our peoples? We hear only rumors and half-truths in Tzalteclan, each more outlandish than the last. That your people dance to the ambitions of the Triumvirate. That our gold is no longer welcome on your shores. They are suggestions I would ridicule, had I not just been welcomed by jeers and smiles in equal measure. My father knows your own to be a man of prudence and wisdom - I simply wish to know why he doubts the friendship of Tzalteclan."

The Tyrant
Nezetkhamun unleashed a ragged cackle at the Tyrant's answer, nodding to her even as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"You give blunt answers to blunt questions, Good Tyrant. That is good - you have a measure of steel within you. My business is an offer, Oluska Geriin, an offer not only from Tzalteclan, but the entirety of the civilized east. One we have not made before. I speak with the voices of Tzalteclan, Glazfell, Sympolemou, Sycia, and Guilder when I invite Crima to join our Concordat of Frost and Flame, to share in the protection we offer, and to profit from the ventures we undertake together."

Nezetkhamun paused for a moment to let his words sink in. The Concordat represented the largest unified military force in the world, and had demonstrated a willingness to cross half of Telluris to rescue an ally. It was no mere formality, but a bond of blood and purpose.

"Before you accept, know that Crima would remain a junior member for a number of years before being granted full partnership in the Concordat. You would receive only three technologies, though among them would be the black powder you no doubt crave, and would be required to expand your armies to the greatest sustainable number. However, the protection of the Concordat would be extended to you immediately, as would participation in our joint sessions. We will extract no trade concessions, demand no resources. For we desire Crima as a partner, Good Tyrant. Where others might see a land of rebels or a future vassal, we see a nation of strong foundations with a proud destiny. We would help you achieve it, if you allow us."

[DoomHat]

AQUA



He returned to his business-like tone. "Expel the missionaries, embrace them, or ignore them- it is your right to do so." He bowed deferently. "But I would advise you to talk to their leader. She is known to me, and a scholar with a sharp mind."

“So I shall. Thank you, the terms discussed are most agreeable. The final decision all all foreign pacts shall be announced after the Falling Hour this evening. Please enjoy the festivities until then.”
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Ashenia

"In any case, I assure you that whether she is or not will not change my position regarding your rule. If she isn't, then there is no heir of Ryazen to rule and you have earned your throne, if she is, then she is within her rights to abdicate in your favour."

Oluska closed her eyes and nodded with sage consideration.
“Karaji's story is not a secret one, but one we have chosen not to advertise due to its extraordinary nature. Many versions of the tale already exist in public circulation, but an official declaration of the full truth may well paint us as extravagant and haphazard liars, better suited perhaps to writing romantic adventures then statecraft.

The abbreviated version is this;

The young Lady Karazen was captured by one of the many rival figures attempting to establish a new Kaliphate. She then passed hands from one party to the next, being bought, stolen, or bartered like a commodity until Bordeux stepped in and chose a puppet of their liking.

Thankfully, before she could be ransomed off to Bordeux and most likely 'disappeared', one of her captors at the time had fallen in love with her. He faked their deaths and they forged new identities together.

Their son, cheekily named Zenraka, was taught to fear the discovery his true lineage above all. He was a greedy but fastidious man who eventually opened a fairly respectable roadside inn. I can not tell you in mixed company what I was at that time, only that I'd made a sort of friend of his daughter Karaji.

The day a member of the Kaliph's inner circle came to the inn, and after a short stay had Zenraka beheaded under his own roof for the crime of bad cooking, was the day Karaji came to me in tears, clutching the mementos of her heritage demanding that I do something about it.

Karaji is a sweet girl with no will to power, but she wanted more then anything to see Chima restored and her father hideously avenged. So she gave me her pledge of loyalty and forswore all the powers due to her into my hands.

So there your have it. A true tale so preposterous that some days I'm honestly shaken by the notion that at any moment I'll wake from this absurd dream.
__________________


Tzaltec Empire

The Tyrant's expression remained stone until Nezetkhamun had finished speaking. Then it contorted into something... evil. Hatred, joy, and disgust played across her form like roiling tides of poison. Her movements were sharp and jarring as she produced a sharp quill and a sheet of parchment.

Her smile was hideous as she drove the point of the quill into her palm. She curled her hand and used it as a macabre inkwell.

She spoke as she wrote, her voice cool and clear as ever in spite of a posture that suggested she might leap over the table and maul Nezetkhamun with her teeth at any moment.

“New Chima needs no further gifts from the Concordat at this time. The most glorious presence of Teotlkan Nezetkhamun I has instilled appropriate fear and awe of New Chima's mighty potential in the other guests. The Concordat is right to withhold full membership. My reign will be an era of reconstruction.

I might have spared the world a wrathful Chima forever, but I feel a kinship with you that can not be denied. Providence demands what I do next.

Our neighbors will be encouraged to protect and cultivate us for fear that we might embrace you and your ways. I shall make pacts of mutual defense with them, make extensive trade, and all other appearances of a good and kindly neighbor.

The next generation will grow hungry for vengeance and glory. I shall lay ground for the dreams of my children today. When you leave this room you will appear jilted. The unworthy will be made to believe I not only refused you, but perhaps even slighted you.

But here, now, you will mingle your blood with mine upon this page and damn the West to witness the horror and desolation of a war they never knew they were fighting.”

She passed forward the quill and document. It read;



Let all unworthy who view this have their throats slit to insure their silence. I, Oluska Geriin the Second Stone, as witnessed by Teotlkan Nezetkhamun I, do swear silent confederation with the Concordat of Frost and Flame. We shall work together only in shadow until the time comes for The Cree to claim the surrounding lands that have always belonged to them by right of Providence.

“Now sign... sign and take it with you...” she said as lapped the blood from her palm and convulsed slightly from the ecstasy of its flavor.

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha Empire

She took the flask gingerly and sipped. She closed her eyes and let it burn in her mouth, sloshing it from cheek to cheek examining the flavor before swallowing. She then placed the flask back down on the desk between them with a swift, smooth, almost soundless, motion.

“Hm. I'm a afraid that for all my airs, my palette for such finery is ill cultivated. I grew up drinking cheap Airag. Do you know what that is? Horse milk soured in an airtight leather bag, distilled by freezing on a cold night.

There's no particular art to making it, peasants treat it like a luxury though they only really go through the trouble because drinking mare's milk raw will loosen your bowels. The whole family and guests of the house drink from the same cup, because its so damn precious.

My father liked to spice ours with a touch of scorpion venom. Maybe because he liked to have a little 'kick' or maybe because he couldn't afford to support us all and hoped it would make for at least one less mouth to feed. It did add a certain kick.

If Umajin Khalif hadn't broken this country on the back of his ambitions of conquest, maybe I'd have the ability to tell good scotch from bad, because I'd be familiar with something other then a communal bowl of spoiled milk.

That's why after I seized control of the Palace, one the of first things I did, and pay attention to this one, because its a national secret, I found Umajin Khalif's tomb. I gathered up his bones and bashed them to powder. Then I oversaw a potter as he baked them into a lovely chamber pot.

So now, very day after lunch, I grab a good book, hunker down, and take my time as I **** in the mouth of Umajin Khalif and his ambitions.

That is my policy on foreign conquest.”


After hearing the story, Wayve bursted into laughter.

"Umujin the Bloody? A chamberpot? I have to admit, miss Tyrant, I like your sense of style."

He continued a smile lingering on his face.

"I am relieved to hear that you do not share Umajin's ambitions. As for other subjects to discuss, I have only one. I am sure you are flooded by proposals for trade, alliances and other matters such as these. What I am offering will be something different entirely, not a trade, not an alliance. At least, not yet. What I'm offering is an invitation. An invitation to come and join me and my comrade's in Earthhome once in a while, to revel in drinks, sparring and kinship. All yours are welcome, and even the smallfolk and lesser nobles of Crima will find hospitality upon those days. We'll all drink upon the dawn of a new age."

Suddenly, something else appeared in Wayve's expression, something more sinister and dark... predatory... full of bloodlust.

"As of those alliances, feel free to ignore or heed my advice. Be careful which alliance you join. I will not deny my country's own mistakes on that part, but there are worse out there. The Union, the Concordat. Whatever you choose, remember. Hurosha never sleep and never forgets. There is a reason my people live for centuries and that is not because of sheer amount of trust we put in people. We will not make the same mistake twice."

He stood up and nodded.

"I thank you for your time, Tyrant. Until we meet again, may your Prowess keep you safe."

[Aedilred]

As they dismounted, the King with substantial help from one of his guards, those who were observing could get their first good look at him as he looked straight ahead for a brief moment. The silver sheen that had once dominated his hair a decade earlier was gone, replaced by a dull grey against which silver and mithril wire stood out against vividly. One of his eyes was clouded over by the milky white of a cataract and his face clearly showed exhaustion. A guard passed him a cane and, leaning heavily on it, he made his way forward, flanked by his guards. Servants who had been following behind gathered the horses and led them away to where the rest of the King's retinue was waiting.
The Carmine delegation bowed respectfully as King Tansan passed. As Crima's liege he was their host as much as Geriin, after all. Atheldynn did his best to analyse the king's health from his appearance without being rude: word of Tansan's apparently failing health had reached them and been sadly received. No man could live forever, but some would be more missed than others.


Lord Atheldynn

The Teotlkan chuckled at the Aethling's remarks, leaning heavily on his cane.

"Indeed I am, Lord Atheldynn. But it is not every day one sees the birth of a new nation. It would be foolish to ignore the opportunity."

The Teotlkan paused, turning his head to take in the fullness of the festival.

"I am curious of your impression of this new Crima. My people had not yet ventured into the wider world when last the horse lords dreamt of conquest and war. I can only imagine the concern of Hurosha and the Triumvirate."
"As yet, we remain wary. They have put on a show for the world, certainly, but how much of this is substance and how much frippery - and precisely what that substance is - remains to be determined, I think. Does the Tzaltec Empire see a future ally here?"

[DoomHat]

The day wound on into evening, and as twilight set in, the guests were invited to attend the final traditions of the festival outside, in the grand Parliamentary court yard which extended from the main gates to the central building.

A colossal pit of smooth stone sits near the building under a high palisade balcony. Within the pit sits a strange assemblage of wooden planks, a misshapen tower composed of various shapes and types of lumber. Before the pit sits a secondary dais, upon which stood the Tyrant.

A number of Creefolk not seen before are present now. The curious are informed that these are former political prisoners of the now extinct Kaliphate, allowed to view this special moment in the presence of so many esteemed foreign guests as a part of continuing reparations paid to them and their families.

Once all was in place and the crowd had settled in, an array of well dressed Cree men and women assembled behind the Tyrant.

They began to sing. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UP0dtXNB7kU)

Over, or perhaps intermingling with the song, the Tyrant's voice carried loud, cool, and clear.

“On this day over a century ago, a group of humble nomads known as the Khater witnessed a miracle. A great stone fell from the sky and landed before their chieftain! THIS WAS THE SOUND IT MADE!”

The chous swelled with a joyous “crrrrRRRREEEeeeee!” as a burning object was hurled by unseen hands from atop the the balcony, mimicking a falling star as it struck the wooden structure within the stone pit. There was a great conflagration of heat and color. For a single instant the rising flames created the unmistakable image of a rearing horse.

“A great nation was born in that moment! The Falling Hour, the moment the CreeStone came to us as a sign of providence!”

As the singing died down the sound of someone shouting could be heard from the back of the crowd.

"of utmost importance I speak with her as soon as is possible!"

Shortly, a man in Celero colors who some might recognize as Qualton Noth was escorted through the crowd to the Tyrant's dais by Intelligence Officer Volgan. When they reached her, the Tyrant only glowered down at him for a moment that stretched into eternity.

“Speak.” she commanded, over the roaring inferno behind her.

From here the Tyrant was only a shadow shape over a background of hellfire, but Qualton was a soldier with a mission to fulfill. Somewhere deep within him he found the strength to speak.

Esquire Qualton Noth, of House Noth, Count of Berin's Town, I am here to impart a message from Prince Fastion, now High Regent Fastion.

The Royal Family was attacked by knife wielding assassins! King Rion has died of his wounds, Prince Grant's throat was cut while he slept, Infanté Crown Princess Vera survives by virtue of her nursemaid's personal sacrifice. Regent Fastion slew his attackers.

The Assassins were of Cree blood and were reported to have cried “For the Tyrant” as they carried out their crime. In addition, letters containing their foul instructions as issued by The Tyranny were found on their persons.

The people of Celero demand Crima immediately pay reparations for the deaths of the King and Crown Prince, as well as the attempted murders of Regent Fastion and Infanté Crown Princess Vera. In addition, we demand the surrender of the assassins, one of whom Celero currently believes to be the first cousin to the Good Tyrant!

...that is all.

As Qualton's announcement proceeded, a choking sound could be faintly heard from the dais. The shadowy figure of the Tyrant seemed to convulse slightly, but it could have been an illusion of the whirling bonfire behind her.

The moment Qualton finished she let out a tremendous and unsettling guffaw. With a swift striking gesture a pair of Blood Knights grabbed Qualton by either arm and dragged him up the dais toward her.

She shouts into his face and the vast crowd behind him with the righteous fury of a magistrate passing sentence,

“HA! Oh what gifts we have received to honor us this day! Pavonia brings us Spears, Carmine offers Books, but Celero deigns to send us a Joke! On the anniversary of this nation's birth, Prince Regent Fastion declares to the world that I, Oluska Geriin the Second Stone and First Good Tyrant of New Chima, am both a Coward and an Idiot !

Of all the stupid claims you have made by far the most foolish is this; you claim the assassins spoke as they went about their work? Do you, our neighbors, know nothing of the Cree?! If one of mine were to kill a king they would say only...”

She then grasped Qualton's face so fiercely his blood pooled up from beneath her fingertips. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and she said,

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The force of her voice rattled unsecured objects and shattered glass from a great distance. She let him go with a shove and continued speaking. Her words railed into the crowd assembled below her.

“Remember this, all of you! If you take this claim with any seriousness you are a fool and I have no use for you! The signs of my wrath are distinct and without subtlety. If it were by my order that the King of Celero should die then all of Celero would at this moment be burning! Rion's heart would be in my hand so you could all witness his life's essence dribble down my chin as I bit into it like an apple !”

She turned to her knights and ordered them so that all could hear.

“Take this Fool's Mouth Piece, clean him, reimburse his travel expenses, and see him safely home! The authors of this stupidity will be found and flayed alive unless they surrender themselves!”


Later in the evening once the confusion had died down the following announcements were made by a representative of the New Chima Parliament:


The Tyranny of New Chima and the Duchy Of Pavonia will begin trading Bats for processed Adamant.
In addition, Pavonia will provide us Adamant forging techniques in exchange for Black Powder technology once it becomes available to us.

Negotiations with the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea are to continue in the light of what will surely be a lasting friendship. A delegation of our best Blood Knights along with our most accomplished Captain Gaikham Shigtai are to be sent to Jarrland to represent our Good Tyranny.

The Kingdom of Ashenia, with whom we share an extensive boarder, has held out a hand in friendship which we have gladly accepted. Our nations are distinct and fully independent, abiding by the following provisions as good neighbors.
1. A pact of non-agression
2. A pact of mutual defense against invasion
3. The Kingdom of Ashenia will export Silver, Tea, Adamantine and Horses to the Tyranny of New Crima in exchange for the Tyranny of New Crima exporting Horses and Bats to the Kingdom Ashenia.
4. Both the Kingdom of Ashenia and the Tyranny of New Crima pledge to make available to the other all technologies presently possessed by the other and any developed or otherwise acquired at a future date.

The Triumvirate, in a display of unthinkable generosity have offered to gift us a vast catalog of technological secretes that promise to greatly enhance the livelihoods of our citizenry. In light of the above technological agreement with our close neighbors, the Kingdom of Ashenia, New Chima will understand and accept if The Triumvirate wishes to withdraw this offer.

Regardless, the sentiment will not be forgotten. In reward for their remarkable good faith in us, a Permanent Embassy will be built and maintained for the use of The Triumvirate's public officials while visiting. The Embassy grounds shall be considered sovereign territory of The Triumvirate.

Regretfully, all terms proposed by Bordeux were deemed by the Tyrant's advisers to be Wholly Unacceptable. New Crima shall never again grovel at the feet of another and no power shall make unilateral demands of us.
Bordeux is invited to return again in utmost humility to beg a mutual exchange from a fully independent and equal New Chima.

Reguarding the Ancestral Quill Unification Alliance.
Our nations will immediately begin exchanging Grain and Tropical Fruit respectively. In addition, Cree navel officers will begin accepting an open invitation to attend AQUA's famed Naval Academy. Efforts to establish trading posts dealing in Stone and Thundersheet plants will remain in discussion.

The Tzaltec Empire has our thanks for sending such distinguished figures to us from so far away, but we must publicly reject their offered “aid”. At this time the Concordat they represent is far to distant with a reputation far to dire for our nations to share any common goals. Free and open dialog will however continue.

[Elemental]

"In any case, I assure you that whether she is or not will not change my position regarding your rule. If she isn't, then there is no heir of Ryazen to rule and you have earned your throne, if she is, then she is within her rights to abdicate in your favour."

Oluska closed her eyes and nodded with sage consideration.
“Karaji's story is not a secret one, but one we have chosen not to advertise due to its extraordinary nature. Many versions of the tale already exist in public circulation, but an official declaration of the full truth may well paint us as extravagant and haphazard liars, better suited perhaps to writing romantic adventures then statecraft.

The abbreviated version is this;

The young Lady Karazen was captured by one of the many rival figures attempting to establish a new Kaliphate. She then passed hands from one party to the next, being bought, stolen, or bartered like a commodity until Bordeux stepped in and chose a puppet of their liking.

Thankfully, before she could be ransomed off to Bordeux and most likely 'disappeared', one of her captors at the time had fallen in love with her. He faked their deaths and they forged new identities together.

Their son, cheekily named Zenraka, was taught to fear the discovery his true lineage above all. He was a greedy but fastidious man who eventually opened a fairly respectable roadside inn. I can not tell you in mixed company what I was at that time, only that I'd made a sort of friend of his daughter Karaji.

The day a member of the Kaliph's inner circle came to the inn, and after a short stay had Zenraka beheaded under his own roof for the crime of bad cooking, was the day Karaji came to me in tears, clutching the mementos of her heritage demanding that I do something about it.

Karaji is a sweet girl with no will to power, but she wanted more then anything to see Chima restored and her father hideously avenged. So she gave me her pledge of loyalty and forswore all the powers due to her into my hands.

So there your have it. A true tale so preposterous that some days I'm honestly shaken by the notion that at any moment I'll wake from this absurd dream.

Tansan listened in silence, his expression passive as the tale unfolded.
"I must confess, part of me wants to call you a liar. But I do not think there is a soul alive who would try and pass off such a story as truth unless it truly were. She has her vengeance then."
The King begins to close his eyes as he speaks and his speech begins to slur. His attendant gently touches him on the shoulder, which causes him to jump ever so slightly as it pulls him back to reality.
"Do forgive me Good Tyrant, I tire so easily these days and the cadence of your voice is surprisingly soothing. Thank you Oluska Geriin for resolving the mystery of the Line of Ryazen for me. You are an apt heir to her legacy."

[Logic]

As Qualton was being forcibly removed from the room, he was greatful he still had his head connected to his shoulders. It was he was being dragged away that he remembered the final note to deliver, the part that now terrified him most of all. The secret.

"B-b-before I d-d-depart, I have one m-m-m-more m-message to d-deliver to you, Good Tyrant." Qualton stuttered and produced the hidden note. "For your eyes only." he said, regaining some composure.

He dropped it to the floor as he was dragged away, and the note was slightly crumpled - from the boot that landed on it or being held in a sweaty hidden pocket, no one knew. But there it was.

[lt_murgen]

When Andus heard the pronouncement, he started to make his way towards Qualton. King Rion was his father, even if he did consider Andus merely a bastard. And there was no mention of Queen Fern. He owed everything to that woman. He managed to get to Qualton at some point before he was hauled away.'

"Guard! Please! I would like a moment with that man before you send him on his way."

To Qualton, he asked, "Count Noth! Please tell me what happened? Was there anyone else harmed?"

[DoomHat]

As Qualton was being forcibly removed from the room, he was greatful he still had his head connected to his shoulders. It was he was being dragged away that he remembered the final note to deliver, the part that now terrified him most of all. The secret.

"B-b-before I d-d-depart, I have one m-m-m-more m-message to d-deliver to you, Good Tyrant." Qualton stuttered and produced the hidden note. "For your eyes only." he said, regaining some composure.

He dropped it to the floor as he was dragged away, and the note was slightly crumpled - from the boot that landed on it or being held in a sweaty hidden pocket, no one knew. But there it was.

Volgan's deft fingers had the missive in hand and open in an instant. He was paranoid as a part of his job description and would not risk exposing the Tyrant to a face full of poison dust, or worse, a waste of her time. He read...


When Andus heard the pronouncement, he started to make his way towards Qualton. King Rion was his father, even if he did consider Andus merely a bastard. And there was no mention of Queen Fern. He owed everything to that woman. He managed to get to Qualton at some point before he was hauled away.'

"Guard! Please! I would like a moment with that man before you send him on his way."

To Qualton, he asked, "Count Noth! Please tell me what happened? Was there anyone else harmed?"

The Knight looked askance at Andus. With a tone of compassion and a little fear he said,
"Begging your pardon Sir but this man is bleeding from the face! You're free to follow along as we get him settled down and treated, but please, give him a moment to gather his wits Sir!"

[Logic]

When Andus heard the pronouncement, he started to make his way towards Qualton. King Rion was his father, even if he did consider Andus merely a bastard. And there was no mention of Queen Fern. He owed everything to that woman. He managed to get to Qualton at some point before he was hauled away.'

"Guard! Please! I would like a moment with that man before you send him on his way."

To Qualton, he asked, "Count Noth! Please tell me what happened? Was there anyone else harmed?"
Qualton hung his head low, quite visibly distraught at having to recall the information.

Volgan's deft fingers had the missive in hand and open in an instant. He was paranoid as a part of his job description and would not risk exposing the Tyrant to a face full of poison dust, or worse, a waste of her time. He read...

The Knight looked askance at Andus. With a tone of compassion and a little fear he said,
"Begging your pardon Sir but this man is bleeding from the face! You're free to follow along as we get him settled down and treated, but please, give him a moment to gather his wits Sir!"
Khalif Oluska Geriin,
If you are reading this letter, it means you have not killed my cousin, and are worthy of at least a small manner of additional trust.
I wish to meet you face to face.
At dusk of the next new Moon, I will be waiting where a Conquerer broke Crima the last time.

Sincerely,
Sir Fastion Noth,
Regent of Celero
Protector of Vedra Amalia Noth,
Infanté Queen of Celero

Qualton, after being escorted out, broke the news to Andus.

""Your father, neice, and brothers were all targeted by assassins." As Qualton began, he could see his own fear and sadness reflected in the young General's eyes.

"Your father, King Rion, was killed on his way to an appearance with the House of Lords. Prince Grant was killed in his bed at the same time. Prince- er- Regent Fastion was attacked in his study, and was the only one to slay his attackers. Your neice, the Princess...." Qualton paused "The Queen, was spared death by her nanny, Fiona, though at the cost of her own life. Before she died, she said only one word - Crima..."

Qualton paused a moment "The men that killed you father also slew half a dozen palace guards in their escape. 'For Crima!' was heard throughout the castle at the time of the attacks.

"The Regent slew one of his attackers, and injured another. I saw the body of the assassin myself - I'd stake my life that he was a Cree. His knife was recovered, and that only cements it - it was a Cree ceremonial knife. No one but a Cree has any right to own or even use one."

[lt_murgen]

"The Regent slew one of his attackers, and injured another. I saw the body of the assassin myself - I'd stake my life that he was a Cree. His knife was recovered, and that only cements it - it was a Cree ceremonial knife. No one but a Cree has any right to own or even use one."

Andus listened impassively, though his eyes filled with tears. He fought hard to keep his breathing steady. They were his family, recognized or not. At some point, there would be a reckoning. He noted his 'mother' Fern was not on the list. He knew her, knew stories of her youth and tuteledge under the Lord of Deceivers. She would become the Daughter of the Night, and seek retribution.

"Rest easy, Lord Noth, and tend to your wounds. Your message was received, and many who call Celero an ally heard your words today." Andus would make certain the Good Tyrant got the paper message as well.

[Rain Dragon]

The Ferans had busied themselves with making the most of the multitude of entertainments provided. They had sampled the foods, procured some incense, appreciated the poetry, spoken with the Cree and strangely enough, wondered to themselves if they could find Cree who danced with fire. At the time they had been summoned to the Falling Hour, only the Kaiser and his two guards could easily be found. They came to the ballroom with curiosity and in good humour. Yet, the events which unfolded before him served only to spoil Fauratan Thuidans Farsjomas Kaiser's good mood.

"It is said Haljans possess no humour, but I like to think I am an exception." Fauratans pointed a clawed finger at the man who was being dragged away, his face the same as always but his antennae lowered into a vicious scowl to top the menacing glare of an enraged predator, "I cannot find your message funny. It only serves to dishonour Kelero in my eyes, though perhaps I just don't understand humans. But..." Fauratan flicked a claw dismissively before turning back to his guard, '"If you were sent officially, I will find out."
Irritated, Fauratan thought to himself, And why. I am so disappointed, Kelero. You hosted a Council with good intention and invited the Leikjos of Fera, yet it became nothing more than a Great Salterri Debate. You claim to work toward peace then... you do this.

A minor nobleman wearing a billowy silk cape and clothing which could have fit in any number of nations approached the Kaiser. Speaking quietly he says, "Milord. Kaiser, I believe? I would respectfully ask your opinion on this matter."
Fauratan raised an antenna slightly at him and after a while responded, "This could easily have been done more discreetly. Even were drama the intent, another time would have been far better. No, there are only a few possibilities remaining. Absinthe?"
The man smiled weakly at the Kaiser, "Only a little, if I may. I'm afraid absinthe is a little too strong for me..."
After accepting a small flask of absinthe and drinking to the Kaiser's good health and the future of New Crima, the nobleman seemed to notice something behind the Kaiser. A woman in a fine red gown.
"I hate to be so rude, but would you excuse me?"
Fauratan gestured dismissively and raised his antennae slightly before returning to watch what remained of the proceedings.

Meanwhile*, the minor noble who had spoken to Fauratan disappeared quickly from sight to organise the small slips of paper which had been concealed in the small flask of 'absinthe'...

*((It is unlikely any but the sharpest would notice him, I'd think.))

[TheDarkDM]

The Tyrant
The Teotlkan watched impassively as the Good Tyrant drove the quill into her hand, his head quirking in curiosity at the most familiar gesture. When the parchment was passed across the table, he calmly drew an obsidian knife from the hidden folds of his scaled robe and pushed up a sleeve. One smooth cut was all it took to summon a wellspring of blood where a bandage would not be noticed. He allowed some to dribble onto the table's surface before taking up the quill and signing his name. Then, with an almost mechanical efficiency, he pulled a strip of clean cotton from a hidden pocket and wrapped his self-inflicted wound.

"This is a great day for both our peoples, Good Tyrant. Together we shall bide our time, build our strength. And when the storm breaks all who stand against us will be broken by its fury."

He blew upon the parchment, ensuring it was sufficiently dry to transport before rolling it to fit up one voluminous sleeve.

"I shall take my leave of you. Do not look for me at the conclusion of the festival - far better for your neighbors to think me so offended as to have petulantly returned home. If it please you, though, I shall send one of my sons to your court as ambassador and as silent intermediary between Chima and the East."

Later...

The Teotlkan swept from the house of the Good Tyrant with as much fury as his body could manage, and was heard muttering curses all along his journey back to the zeppelin docks. For the Good Tyrant had dealt him too grave an insult to remain any longer in the land of the horse lords, and Tzalteclan would not soon forget the affront.

[lt_murgen]

Andus listened impassively, though his eyes filled with tears. He fought hard to keep his breathing steady. They were his family, recognized or not. At some point, there would be a reckoning. He noted his 'mother' Fern was not on the list. He knew her, knew stories of her youth and tuteledge under the Lord of Deceivers. She would become the Daughter of the Night, and seek retribution.

"Rest easy, Lord Noth, and tend to your wounds. Your message was received, and many who call Celero an ally heard your words today." Andus would make certain the Good Tyrant got the paper message as well.

*****LATER******

Andus did check to see if the Good Tyrant got the message. He sent a missive of his own.

Good Tyrant Geriin, greetings!
As you are likely to know, I consider myself a member of the Celerese royal family, whether they recognize the bond or not. King Rion was my father, and Queen Fern was as close a confidant as anyone could want. Their children are my cousins, in both the familar and Islander meaning of the words. I am grieved by their deaths, and the brutality they were shown angers me greatly.

I do not hold you responsible for this. Your reaction to Lord Noth's news, while theatrical, was clearly genuine. Our smugglers have worked closely enough with people loyal to you to know your ways. I find it far more likely that Cree opposed to your rule are in league with Celerese opposed to the reforms of King Noth. They seek to weaken your rule, or spark a war between the nations that they can use to their advantage.

I can only provide advice in this matter, and hope your widsom guides you well. Please work with the Celerese to uncover the plot, for it will strengthen both nations. Traitors must be pruned from the tree of rulership if it is to bloom. The AQUA will provide any support you need and share any intelligence we gather.

Lastly, I advise you to always be wary of the great empires. Celero and AQUA have remained independent for so long because we are mindful of the machinations of those about us. Blocked by the great Empires, we still have managed to grow and expand with colonies all about Telluris. Small, we still are regarded with respect in international politics. I wish your nation the same good fortune.

Skipper-General Andus Fitzrion.


He spent the night at the secret and secluded grove practicing the arts of his adopted mother. Knowing when the sun dawned the next morning, Telluris would be less a murder or rapist or two did little to lighten his mood.


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